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Well Well, this whole thread looks quite interesting! I’m a little busy with a project right now, but that’ll be over in about a weeks time, any room for one more?

Hey Petragor! I regret to inform you that I have closed recruitment (in fact I recruited more players than I had originally planned for, but such is life), but if anyone has to withdraw I'll be happy to let you know.

 

[sNIP] but if anyone has to withdraw [sNIP]

 

I take it this is GM Speak for: "die horribly with sharp things stuck in their head?" :huh.:

 

 

Only in your dreams will you be able to escape that easily. A transorbital lobotomy is merely the first step towards a bright and fulfilling future as an industrial servitor at your local manufactorum! We don't believe in praying Heresy away -- we'll work you to death instead! It's either that or you'll end up as the hood ornament on another Chaos Lord's starship, for which there are limitless avenues for personal growth and roleplaying potential.

What is art though, my good fellow?  Is it merely to make people explode after inserting an 8-gauge shotgun in their face, after ruthlessly and deliberately incapacitating them by the liberal application of hallucinogen bombs and stun grenades?  Which in turn was predicated upon a superlatively coordinated ripple of detonations which tore the door off their prayer bunker? Or the transcendental euphoria of gassing them through air vents in the panic room with the grotesque scent of the bastards who signed your death warrant?

 

Is that art brother?

What is art though, my good fellow?  Is it merely to make people explode after inserting an 8-gauge shotgun in their face, after ruthlessly and deliberately incapacitating them by the liberal application of hallucinogen bombs and stun grenades?  Which in turn was predicated upon a superlatively coordinated ripple of detonations which tore the door off their prayer bunker? Or the transcendental euphoria of gassing them through air vents in the panic room with the grotesque scent of the bastards who signed your death warrant?

 

Is that art brother?

Ooh , la, de, dah Mon Sewer Satre!

 

Art just makes us sick, is it pavement pizza or a classic Jackson Pollock?

After having a good look at the available options, I couldn't help but feel unenthused so I'll sit this one out and watch from the sidelines. I appreciate the opportunity that was granted to me, so thank you for that, Necronaut. :) Edited by Dosjetka

@Dosjetka, I'm sorry to hear you won't be joining us. I know the base archetypes aren't as mechanically exciting (or broken) as most of the advanced archetypes, but there's plenty of fun to be had. If you change your mind or have some character ideas that you're having difficulty evoking from the base classes, just let me know and I'll be happy to help.

@All: Dosjetka has confirmed that he will, in fact, be withdrawing from the game (you'll be missed; we barely knew ye!), and Petragor (your friend and mine!) will be taking his place. And with a ready-made Heretek no less! You can all now rest assured that no toaster will be left unturned (on).

@All: Dosjetka has confirmed that he will, in fact, be withdrawing from the game (you'll be missed; we barely knew ye!), and Petragor (your friend and mine!) will be taking his place. And with a ready-made Heretek no less! You can all now rest assured that no toaster will be left unturned (on).

We still do not want any muffins, tea-cakes or any toasted bread products!

 

@All: Dosjetka has confirmed that he will, in fact, be withdrawing from the game (you'll be missed; we barely knew ye!), and Petragor (your friend and mine!) will be taking his place. And with a ready-made Heretek no less! You can all now rest assured that no toaster will be left unturned (on).

We still do not want any muffins, tea-cakes or any toasted bread products!

 

Why not?

 

Pastries for the Breadthrone.

My wife asked me once, "why do you carry a gun around the house?"

 

I replied:  "Because of the flipping Decepticons Renegade Techpriests"

 

She laughed, I laughed, the Toaster laughed.  I shot the toaster.

 

Good times.

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