Just a reminder, you need to follow the instructions from the OP in order to be in the contest. There are a few missing from my Inbox. Would hate to see someone not be selected because they haven't sent me a message.
Though ive had serious doubts about the game due to recent changes/announcements, and been on the fence when it comes to purchasing, I did afterall put some work into the Ork side of things . I figure heck... free is about as good as it gets! So here's my entry. The Big Gretchin Book Of Thinkinz And Service Schedulez 1. Always maintain proper ammo for da bigger Orks and their dakka. The more they shoot, the less humies you'll have shooting at ya. Recommended schedule: What are ya daft?! Everyday! 2. As Gretchin we'z always first to be chosen to crawl into tight, cramped, oily, hot places. Recommended schedule: Always! Keep thin, Keep fast. A Fat Gretchin is a dead Gretchin. 3. At the start of any Waaagh!! Hang back! In case ye hadn't noticed we'z barely tall enough to stand above the average bush on most planets. You gotz other things to do than layabout as a fine puddle of goo on da battlefield. Recommended schedule: At the start of any Waaagh! Let da boyz N WarBoss do der job, You do Yers. 4. Manning yer stations as a Gun Krew. Kill every damn thing, hell even Orks dat get too close. Your not in that in that crow's nest bristling with guns to just sit up there and look pretty, Shoot...Shoot!! DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA!!! *ahem* maintain yer fire. Recommended schedule: If der's a gun in yer hand, you'd better be shootin the damn thing. 5. Keep your Killa-Kan well oiled and well maintained. We'z Grots can be a flighty lot, but in a Killa-Kan we hold destiny In our own tiny hands. Keep dem burna's burnin, Yer Klawz Klaw'in, and Never stop STOMPIN! Recommended schedule: If you're lucky enough to get one of deez beauties den take good care of it, and it will take care of you. 6. Boot lickin for da WarBoss (caution licking boss's boot may lead to intense nausea...ya daft gits..) Show yer boss ya give a hoot, and pick the left over humie bones 'n' entrails from the treads of his boots. Humie guts get quite slippery when they start to pile up. Doing this will put you higher on the food chain. Once da Warboss notice's No one will dare try to touch you. Recommended schedule: Every damn chance ye get! 7.Grot Bomb Pilot. Dis one is for Da few, Da proud, Da grot bomb pilot brigade! Ye sure as hell wont live long, but I'll be damned if you wont take a good amount of humies with ya, when ya go. Once yer flying off the rails in Yer bomb, aim for the largest group of targets you can. Da bigger da better. Recommended schedule: Yer flying a bomb. For the love of Gork N Mork Don't go out trying to practice before hand.. This is a one-shot-johnny! 8. The Repair Krew. Yer job is to get in der and get to fixin anything that needs it, be it on a battlewagon, a looted tank, or even a gargant! If theres an oil leak You patch it, if ders a fire you put it out or at the very least make it into a smaller fire until the Waaagh is over. Recommended schedule: Get Yer ass in der 'N ' don't forget your wrench! also random pic cuz why not
I have my submission ready, but the only way for me to get it on here is in two consecutive posts ( the file is too large). Can I get permission for a legal submission in this way please?
Here's my submission, took a while but I had fun making it. Enjoy, when the link opens start from the top, and try not to look down at the beginning or else you'll ruin it for yourself. http://athos321.deviantart.com/art/Contest-Submission1-528187486?ga_submit_new=10%3A1429574139
Aboard The Armageddon Strike Cruiser Gabriel angelos and commander Aramus were recovering from the last Aurelian crusades. After the defeating the heretical traitor azariah kyras the chapter is in ruines.. There recruiting worlds lost. Many honourable Space marines lost or consumed by chaos in Aurelian crusade The quest for finding the unknown primarch is beyond utter importance. 'Commander Aramus!' Gabriel angelos spoke with voice trembling with anger. Ready the squads. we're going to Macragge! Why there? Aramus asked humbly. With a loud voice Angelos replied : We need a new purpose. A new goal to restore our honor. And with luck, finally find out who our primarch is. Aramus saluted and said : It will be done chapter master! and he went to rally the remaining blood ravens while the ships went into the warp.
Into the last week of the contest! I will make a post closing down admissions. We have great submissions this time around, be sure to check if you've submitted correctly.
