This is just a story about a bunch of orks headed out into the desert.
ORKS!!! So yeah... Gorka Morka, hope you know something about that. (Takes place in a world created by Games Workshop)
It was about noon as Grimmwoz and his mob headed back to Mek Town.
"So what we doin' now Boss?"
"For da last time you zoggin' idiot, wez needs to fix da gubbins on my buggy!"
Grimmwoz had just finished picking up some scrap when his arch-enemy had drove up from behind and smashed straight into his buggy that just had been fixed and upgraded nearly 3 hours ago. A hit and run, as you might call it. Grimmwoz couldn't remember a more head hurting day than this.
As he sat in the corner of his buggy, he watched his once brand new Wrekka Ball dragging in the sand dunes of Skid Row.
"We'z can see da Mek Town now, Boss" bellowed Skarsnik, who so happened to be the Spanner Boy, or da Mek as they call him.
"Yeah Yeah just 'urry up and get there ya lousy Mek, before da uvver Boyz see what happen'd"
Krug, Barp, Knatz, Bagsnik, and Skarsnik were all there. Though Barp was getting a bit on Grimmwoz's nerve as he cursed and grunted through out the whole ride from the fact that his arm got cut off when a chunk of the Wrekka Ball Support flew off and nabbed him.
"Agh shut up Barp, we don't need yer whinin', and you call yerself one of da ladz. We'll visit da Docs after we get da buggy fixed."
"D-Da Docs?"
You see, the "Mad Docs" as they call it, were very unpredictable, they often forget what they're doing or try a new experiment from time to time without telling the Boss, which could be rather useful or rather bad.
"Yeah da Docs, youz too whimpy to deal with da pain, so youz goin' to da Docs, I'll tellz ya wot, I'll even pay fer yer operation."
As the town got bigger and bigger, Grimmwoz could swear he heard laughing, but ignored it otherwise.
"To da Meks garage, then to da Docs, right Boss?"
No later than a few hundred yards into Mek Town the Wrekka Ball that was dragging on the ground broke away from the buggy.
"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!! DATS IT!!! WEZ GONNA GO AND SMASH UP DERE STINKIN FORT!"
Grimmwoz was completely raged. So raged infact that he jumped off the buggy (which was goin a comfortable 40mph) along with Skarsnik, and slapped the Wrekka Ball on himself in a matter of hours. Now the buggy, which looked amazingly make-shift, had this bent and crooked smashing ball attached to it, quite the sight for the boyz.
"But Boss, da Docs!"
"SHUT YER TRAP YOU RUNT...", and in the lowest, most terrifing way Skarsnik and the boyz had ever heard. "Push "da Red Button", wez goin' to dere fort, and dey is gonna get da fight of dere lives."
Sun down it was, traveling at over 160mph (remember the trukks and buggies were open topped) the boyz could see the fort of Barsad Frugoz and his mob of boyz.
"Wez comin' fer ya, wez comin', ready da rokkits Knatz."
And as you can see, Knatz operated the "Rokkit Launcha", which was an over sized ton of metal with giant holes drilled in it to fit the rockets themselves. It was infact so large that it had to be placed on the side so boyz could still ride in the buggy, but being a ton it tilted the buggy to the right a bit, which caused steering jams for Skarsnik.
And just one of these steering jams happened right now. The buggy started swerving right and left gradually getting more and more
violent with each turn.
"KEEP 'ER STEADY YA LOUSY MEK."
Smoke filled Grimmwoz's lungs, as he thought "da zoggin' idiot! Went an got us crashed!". But in reality, the buggy never crashed. Knatz had accidentally fired a salvo of rockets. Which had scattered into the sky at an alarming rate. Infact two out of the six that fired darted from the sky, smashed, and violently exploding into the fort, knocking plating and bitz off the walls.
The loud roar of a Trukk rung in their ears. Frugoz had come out to meet their challenge. He was the gunner, and a mighty fine gunner he was, plugging bullets into the tires and engine left, right, and center. Barp was shot in the leg, he groaned in pain and rolled, but instead of rolling around in the buggy, he fell out. Knatz took out his Slugga, Krug took out his Kannon, and Bagsnik took out his Shoota. At once they all started blazing away with their weapons.
"Da poor ladz gunna miss dis fight!" yelled Grimmwoz as he ran from the passenger seat strait to the back of the buggy, took out a Krak Stikkbomb, and chucked it. Landing on the front of the Trukk, it exploded with a teeth shattering concussion. Boyz from Frugoz's mob flew left and right, as well as bits of the trukk.
"HAHA DATS WHAT YA GET FER MESSIN' WITH US."
There was only a problem, in the whole mess, Frugoz had managed to shoot a single bullet into the ground which had ricocheted off and into the engine, which had pretty much screwed everything up for Grimmwoz as well.
"Push da Red Button, wez leavin' before dey knew wot hit dem."
The moment the Red Button was pressed the back of the buggy exploded. Knocking the Wrekka Ball off and once again into the sand.
"Bah, wez dont need it."
Dark, the sun had set completely and the sky was a dark orange violet. Mek Town was just this twisted pillar of lights. Tired from the excitement of the day, they parked back into the saftey of Mek Town. Their buggy unrecognizable from the sheer carnage from the day.
"Tomorrow, sunrise, meet us 'ere again, wez goin' out for some clobberin' of dem Frugoz boyz again."
So there, Krug, Knatz, and Bagsnik went off to where they were originally going, and Grimmwoz and Skarsnik went to thelocal Pub.
"Fungus beer for da two of us, wez gonna need it, especially you whoz gunna fix up da buggy brand new."
It was just after sunrise as Grimmwoz and his mob headed out into Skid Row.
"So what we doin' now Boss?"
"For da last time you zoggin' idiot, one of our ladz is missin'!"
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