These orks be crampin' my style~

IT IS THE 41ST MILLENIUM AND THERE IS ONLY WAR. AND IT'S ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ AWESOME WAR I'M TALKING 10FT TALL GENETIC SUPERMEN PUNCHING ORKS. THESE AREN'T YOUR ♥♥♥♥♥♥ ARSE TOLKEIN ORKS EITHER. THESE BASTARDS ARE GENETICALLY ENGINEERED FROM MUSHROOMS TO KILL EVERYTHING. THEIR GUNS WORK BECAUSE THEY THINK THEY DO. THINK ABOUT THAT FOR A SECOND.

SO ANYWAY. YOU'RE A GENETIC FREAK OF A SUPERMAN. YOUR ARMOUR IS OLDER THAN MOST OF THE PEOPLE STILL ALIVE IN THE UNIVERSE. IT HAS SEEN MORE WAR THAN EVERY MAN IN YOUR SQUAD COMBINED. IT IS MADE OF ♥♥♥♥ THAT TANKS ARE MADE OF. YOUR SWORD IS MADE OF CHAINSAWS AND WILL CUT ♥♥♥♥ UP.

OH ♥♥♥♥ I DIDN'T EVEN TELL YOU ABOUT YOUR GUN. YOUR GUN IS A MACHINE GUN. THAT FIRES ROCKETS, MINIATURE ROCKETS. THESE THINGS ARE CASELESS ROUNDS THAT ARE SO BADASS THEY PRODUCE CASES WHEN THEY ARE FIRED. WHEN THEY HIT A TARGET THEY DON'T JUST PENETRATE THEY PENETRATE THEN EXPLODE. A SINGLE SHOT AND YOU WILL BLOW A MANS HEAD OFF. EACH BULLET IS THE LENGTH OF YOUR MIDDLE FINGER AND TWICE AS THICK. EVERY TIME YOU FIRE A SHOT YOU ARE FLICKING THE BIRD AT THE ENEMY WITH EXPLOSIONS.

SO IN SUMMARY, YOU ARE A GENETIC SUPERMAN ARMOURED IN A WALKING TANK ARMED WITH A GIANT CHAINSAW AND A ROCKET LAUNCHER THAT SHOOTS FLYING FINGERS OF ♥♥♥♥ YOU AT A RACE THAT BREEDS BY DYING AND MAKES ♥♥♥♥ WORK BY THINKING IT DOES.

GOOD LUCK.

EAT IT!

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