Note: People, Argos is doing a good job. I often do have an excuse for updating late (work, family, etc.) but it doesn't help that I often can be scatterbrained. So if something is wrong, or I haven't updated on time, PM me, scream and shout and then maybe PM some more. I can always be coaxed into help
(But often I do have homework... Stupid homework). So without further lateness, Let us begin the Hive City of Quaranticus officially!
Note: Because I don't know if everyone is still active, I will assume those who post are in. Okay?
SUPER TAVERN TEAM GET GREEN FORCE GO!!!!!!
The tiny ripper sat on a stool and watched the mushroom cloud float gently up into the sky.
Long deserted, the milkshake bar stood deserted on the main boulevard of the Hive. The ripper knew that description was a stretch, for it had glimpsed the miles and miles of ferrocrete road; as it saw now the several mushroom clouds forming on the southern borders.
Deep in its musing, including munching on a bottle, the ripper pondered it's own imminent death. A genetic mutation designed for debilitating cuteness on the battlefield would have seemed like a good idea, but no. Even with a greater amount of intelligence to aid his design he had still been shelved. Which meant the Hive Mind shot him to this desolate planet and hive. He should feel lucky, for he would have never found the grace of the Cookie-Emperor. Such divine plans, and such great promises. All for naught now.
If possible, the ripper would have attempted to flee down the main boulevard, past the dying trees, to the space port. Only one shuttle and he would escape. But that was impossible. The Hive was in a siege, and losing. Orks were running amok in the city, aided and inhibited by Eldar, and their Dark Kin. Rumours said that the reason they were inside the Hive was because of a large Chaos incursion. Even tales of an approaching Hive Fleet were being told. The Inquisition were of course running around smiting all and nothing, and here in a milkshake bar at the wrong end of a boulevard.
At least it had a chew bottle. Ah beslubber it.
The little ripper jumped, well, plummeted off the stool and scurried to the center of the street. Ignoring salvation to the north, he sat there and watched the first snow fall, the dozens of mushroom clouds from the weapons of all parties. He might send a prayer to the Cookie Emperor for a miracle, but none of his earlier prayers had been answered. He would just sit and...
The shattering of reality accompanied a cacophony of sound as the boulevard came to life around a little ripper, which bizarrely had its jaw gaping in almost astonishment...
MAIN OBJECTIVE: Introduce yourself.
MAIN SCORE: Realism, Cool.
[Good luck boys and girls, learn quick, be careful and above all have fun! It is go time!]
[Burgers!]
