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Post by Facade [TVTP] on Jun 13, 2008 23:42:08 GMT
Well, it's your typical RPG game except I created the name for one of the Squat inhabited Home Worlds.
Location: Minikus II
Time: The Age of Trade
Situation: Re-enactment of the fall of the Squats vs. Tyranids
Rules: Let's just try and keep it a bit serious, if that's not too much to ask.
Read the last posted part of the story and add to it directly or maybe talk about another fight going on in a different part of Minikus II.
Fleet: Behemoth
It was a peaceful age for the abundant race of Squats. Although they kept their distance from the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Emperor of Mankind, they had suffered many losses from trading with the Orks. Be it trading or war, the Orks had always inflicted numerous damage to the Squats. For a brief moment in time, this peaceful race had began to settle in and recover from the war-torn reaches of space.
Sadly, all good must come to an end. Recent Squat vessels have been disappearing without a single trace...
Warchief Grinzon stared outside his personal Bunker, completely bewildered at the recent occurrences near his Homeworld system...A recent scouting mission had ended in a show of carnage. Only two weeks earlier he had ordered a small ship to inspect the surface of one of their native Moons. The 9-man specialist squad was ordered to photograph any strange formations or appearances, and report a message every 3 days.
11 days went past, and finally one garbled message reached the attention of Minikus II. This message was received with great horror.
"...srr.......ahht...ev....ere...." Then a low gutteral growl until the message continued again.
"ssssshshhs....hel..p....err....coming......hou....thi....append....too.........nnmmm......any...." Finally one sharp crackle, an the yell of one of the men.
Grinzon flashed back to reality when he heard a massive rumble in the skies, and the alarmed voice of one of his soldiers.
"Suh, there are multiple objects entering orbit.....at roughly 60 mph! What are your orders? Suh?"
Grinzon growled, "Get my best men ready on foot and vehicles, prepare to engage the unidentified invaders at the rendevous point!"
Grinzon reached for his War-Axe, and suited into his fiery red-and gold Clad armor. More thunder light up the skies as a ship arrived to take him to his fate...
Alright Start!
Location: Minikus II
Time: The Age of Trade
Situation: Re-enactment of the fall of the Squats vs. Tyranids
Rules: Let's just try and keep it a bit serious, if that's not too much to ask.
Read the last posted part of the story and add to it directly or maybe talk about another fight going on in a different part of Minikus II.
Fleet: Behemoth
It was a peaceful age for the abundant race of Squats. Although they kept their distance from the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Emperor of Mankind, they had suffered many losses from trading with the Orks. Be it trading or war, the Orks had always inflicted numerous damage to the Squats. For a brief moment in time, this peaceful race had began to settle in and recover from the war-torn reaches of space.
Sadly, all good must come to an end. Recent Squat vessels have been disappearing without a single trace...
Warchief Grinzon stared outside his personal Bunker, completely bewildered at the recent occurrences near his Homeworld system...A recent scouting mission had ended in a show of carnage. Only two weeks earlier he had ordered a small ship to inspect the surface of one of their native Moons. The 9-man specialist squad was ordered to photograph any strange formations or appearances, and report a message every 3 days.
11 days went past, and finally one garbled message reached the attention of Minikus II. This message was received with great horror.
"...srr.......ahht...ev....ere...." Then a low gutteral growl until the message continued again.
"ssssshshhs....hel..p....err....coming......hou....thi....append....too.........nnmmm......any...." Finally one sharp crackle, an the yell of one of the men.
Grinzon flashed back to reality when he heard a massive rumble in the skies, and the alarmed voice of one of his soldiers.
"Suh, there are multiple objects entering orbit.....at roughly 60 mph! What are your orders? Suh?"
Grinzon growled, "Get my best men ready on foot and vehicles, prepare to engage the unidentified invaders at the rendevous point!"
Grinzon reached for his War-Axe, and suited into his fiery red-and gold Clad armor. More thunder light up the skies as a ship arrived to take him to his fate...
Alright Start!
