+++transmission Recieved. Engaging Decryption protocol+++

OOC....

OOC: this is good

OOC yes

ooc: For Funzies, an intro...

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

A heavy bolter blazed spitting out casings like a waterfall of bronze, the said heavy bolter being held by a bionic arm and an arm that looks like it was carved from marble to resemble the muscles of Hercules himself, the arms attached to a man, short, black, slowly greying, almost electrified hair, held back by a blood red bandana, slight ashen stubble, with an icy blue pair of eyes filled with murder and hate.

Of course that is almost run of the mill for a Catachan Sargeant.

"SIT THE FUCK DOOOOOWN!"

Stood on top of downed Chimera, currently pumping shells into a horde of brain dead, flesh lovers was none other than Sargent "Devil's Rage" Del Roth.
Ash fell from the half smoked cigar as recoil rocked his body, still stood, teeth gritting as smoke flared from his nostrils as if he were a daemon of hell flame itself.

Waves of undead exploded as the bolters round popped them like fleshy balloons, however they kept on coming.

"GO TO HELL YOU FUCKING HERETIC SCUM!"

OOC: WINNING!!!

OOC: Fuck yeeeeah.

It's been a week, and the city is rank with the sound of thousands of bloated flies... feeding off the walking corpses that shuffle around with tortured moans and cold, empty eyes.

Their skin, crusty and oozing a mixture of thick, clotted blood and vile pus from where large cracks have formed.

They died wearing what they were when they we're human. Scraps of torn, rotten cloth and fabric hanging loosely around them, some even fused with they're wearer.

The last imperial strongpoint, Amango spaceport, is slowly being overwhelmed... the sound of millions of moaning souls crying out to feed... this is the end. Now it's time to run.

OOC Arkais.
That is one of the best intros ever.

Ooc: I have to agree.

Ooc: to simplify things, the imperial guard defences are evacuating civilians and non combat personnel off the space port, as they couldn't risk the undead taking control of the space shuttle's and such, they had to destroy them as they were overwhelmed. The people who were evacuated are in a convoy of trucks, cars and lorries.

The characters are in a back of a truck. At the back of the convoy. And your adventure begins here.

SPIFFING

Ooc: I know right.

OOC well then...guess we're waitin on the others

Ooc: quite. Problem is that they are at school.

OOC those bastards!

Ooc: with their ED U CATIOONS

OOC Kill dem ALL

OOC: KILL 'EM ALL, RAAAAGH, BLOODY HERETICS.
RAAAAAAGH!

Ooc: quite... so, you guys all ready and willing to face the hordes?

OOC well my guy is less than willing....but he's ready

Ooc: just don't go into a corner... or a dark place.. or anywhere.
Don't... make... any noise.

OOC of course

OOC: WHAT DID YOU SAY?!
DON'T MAKE ANY NOISE?!

DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA

Ooc: and for the love of god, don't get cocky.

OOC you're talking about a guy who's the worst current member of an inquisitor's personal elite strike team. well worst current member. he aint gonna be very cocky

OOC: Psht, Cocky, I am so fucking un-cocky, I'm like, the most, Un-cocky guy in all the imperium.

Ooc: that sentence alone...

OOC what?

Ooc: arkais.

OOC ah

Ooc: you see.

OOC: Give them a heavy bolter

Catachans love heavy bolters

no

OOC HERE FEWLS
BASK IN MY GLOREH

OOC: How about no

OOC you sadden me

OOC: You sadden me

SO does YER MEM LELELELEL

OOC: So did you guys see the Primarch thing I did.

OOC: Yeah

OOC: EVERYTHING IS AWESOME!!!

OOC: unless it isn't awesome

OOC: then we push it deep down where it'll never ever EVER be seen again

OOC: TRUE DAT BRO *Fist bump*

OOC: *fist bump*

So are we starting?

OOC we need the DMe

OOC: oh yeah *sigh*
Well he said we're on a truck so our characters could chat whilst we are travelling

OOC: Yeah, my tempestus is going to be a total bro and go dawg at the end of every sentence dawg

OOC: fuck
My guy is welsh so, I'm gonna use a bow and pwn shit

OOC: Hotshot lasgun bitch

IC: *MEANWHILE, IN DA BACK OF DA TRUCK, my guy is just sitting there. hotshot lasgun in hand, his dark red eye pieces begin the only illuminated part of him, other than the lights on his lasgun*

OOC: SA-80 pattern lasgun, badassery at it's finest

*stares at a dog tag hanging from his hand*

OOC: str 3 ap 3 rapid fire

BLAM BLAM MOTHERFUCKERS

IC: *Silence*