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Major_Slovak
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Posted: Fri Mar 19th, 2010 03:32 am |
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Piszfoot stomped and wound up, and he swung his eight hundred pound steel boots up into the air and, hydraulics screaming, somehow managed a kind of flip that got both feet off the ground and above his head but landed him down hard again on his metal shoulder pad, which crumpled and bent. He got up all bloody-faced and roaring and stood in the hell of his making and he picked up a forklift truck and threw it 35 feet and didn't even watch it land.
Oh, to be Piszfoot!
Piszfoot in the the midst of absolute joy, Piszfoot uncontained. And what it is to be a mega-armoured Warboss who watches while his boyz loot the battlefield. He felt beautiful and elated and big, most of all big. Enormous. Full of coyotes and icepicks and fatherhood. He was life itself, a miracle.
Everywhere was his that he won that day, and this day he won. From the front gate Mungustown and the emplacements on the either side hills and across the junkyard with it's haphazard and towering cranes to the hospital. . . oh, the hospital!! All of it his, this the leeward side of Mungustown.
This day. They wuz torn up, but it wuz his cuz he wuz here-like and he had yet boyz still.
In truth the details were a bit hazy in his green and mis-shapened head, but he knew all was good in the universe even if he couldn't remember how. How he got here. Piszfoot screamed; and his boyz, smashing and stealing and devouring the dead guardsmen they had piled in the road, screamed back.
And! And there were several crashed Imperial vehicles, a couple Valykries that had come down in the fight and a handful of drop pods! Yes the pods were in various states of wreckage as mostly their self-destruct sequences had engaged on command from the invaders in low orbit, but what did it matter! They were his! Wrecks and buildings and gunz!
"Oh, yeah!!" said Piszfoot.
He stopped stomping and power-fisted the air, and he tried to gather himself and just couldn't. He stood in amazement and considered the scene of the long fight that had stretched two days and one night from the time the bombardment started and the drop pods fell to the smashing and shooting and blood. The explosions. The miniguns ripping his mobz into slush, the gunships and clubbing and the waves of mutilation. . . the power of his enemies. . . and then their withdrawl, how them wuz flying up into the sky they before-like fell from.
Huh. Yeah, who izit wuz those guys? They just showed up, which was cool, but there was something. . . oh yeah, who wuz they then?
"Who dat wazzit?" he said, suddenly inspired.
A voice answered simply, "Those was the Salamanders, boss."
"They waz whooo?" demanded Piszfoot, and the voice said again "Those was the Salamanders, boss," and Piszfoot said,
"Good."
"Salad-demanders" said Piszfoot, because indeed he was that dumb. But he was also in charge, so it didn't matter. "Wuz good," he said, for them Salad-demanders waz tough and they had chooped his boyz and shot 'em, and set them on fire, and punched them with metal hands, and. . .
But. . . wait a minute. Piszfoot: annoyed.
"Whooz tellin' me dis, who things wuz an' who iz who??" demanded Piszfoot, suddenly righteous, for it didn't seem right be told anything at all. He was the boss here.
"Who dat told me what??" he asked
"It was me that told you, boss" said the voice, "and you can't see me because I'm not here. I'm a whisper in your head but that doesn't matter because you are the boss and everybody knows it and if they don't know it then I'll tell you and that will be okay because then you'll smash them and eat their ears. I'm a voice and I've been talking to you for a awhile but don't worry, you're the boss so there's nothing to be upset about, at least not until I say so because you're the boss."
"Huh," said Piszfoot. Seemed to make sense. He wuz the boss and everybody knowz it, even the voice, but. . . wait a minute. Everybody? Even the voice? Because he suddenly realized that he didn't know the voice, so how could that be everybody because if he wuz the boss then he knowz everything, and that meanz everybody --?
"So who iz you?" demanded Piszfoot and turned and scanned the buildings and the square, the smoke and flames and the dakka. "I'm the boss and whooo iz yoooooou??" he slurred, puffy and dry.
And the voice spoke back, "I am entropy, I am change. I am birth, and ruin. I am direction, the arrow of time.
"I am the Big Bang, the boundary conditions, the irreversible.
"I am Maxwell's demon. I am algebraic structure. I am motion and theorum. I am εντροπία." said the voice and Piszfoot smiled. "I am everything, and you are the boss" said the voice so reasonably.
And the world stooped for a second in Piszfoot's mind and light stopped and sound died and all perception focused on one small point, which continued to narrow and then was gone, all black nothingness and all gone. There was nothing, and then back it came back again from a speck and creation and then to what was will always be, and Piszfoot felt his weight upon this mote of time which did yield to him as it should and all was this, perfect in the universe, forever.
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ethmongul
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Posted: Fri Mar 19th, 2010 12:26 pm |
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I should get you the house rules for Khorny orks that is on the Waagh site man. Beautiful stuff!
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Irontusk
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Posted: Fri Mar 19th, 2010 07:29 pm |
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"Full of coyotes and icepicks and fatherhood."
Now that is Badass!!!!
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Wolf Man
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Posted: Tue Mar 23rd, 2010 05:11 pm |
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Wonderful! I love it!
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