Gather around children, for I shall tell you the story of Krogoff Shinkikka. Our tale begins in the equatorial jungle of Armageddon where Krogoff and a number of other boyz first pulled themselves out of the ground. It didn't take long for them to craft choppas and sluggas, in but a day they had formed themselves into a proper mob of slugga boyz. Life was good in those first few days. Krogoff and his brethren wondered the jungle fighting beasts and the occasional human. But it wasn't long before they encountered the armies of Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka and were enlisted into his mighty Waaagh! At first they were thrilled, by fighting for the warlord they would have the chance to see heavy combat. But alas, the Nobs that brought them into the fold had other plans. Poor Krogoff and his fellows got stuck escorting a supply convoy. But Krogoff is a cunning ork and soon realized that since supply trukks only carry fuel and ammunition they would eventually find their way to the front lines. The trip would be boring but the payoff at the end would be worth it. Little did young Krogoff know, he would not have to wait long to get into a good fight. It was only a few days later that the convoy was taken by surprise. A pair of Warhound Titans from the Legio Metallica stumbled upon the orks and their precious cargo. The titans opening volley devastated the orks forces, annihilating their heavy armor and destroying most of their trukks. Krogoff and his fellow slugga boyz were next to one such trukk when it was hit, but our young hero thought quick. He was further from the trukk then the rest and by using his arms as shields he managed to survive the blast. A few minutes later he heard the sounds of battle and opened his eyes. He had been knocked unconscious but still had a chance to get in on the fight. At first he was relieved, with a little brutal cunning he had lived and would fight on. But this relief was cut short, for it was at this moment Krogoff noticed his arms were not but bloody stumps just below his shoulders. The rage that filled him at that moment was immense. He had lived, but had lost his ability to chop things. What point is there in a life without choppin? With a reckless fury he rushed the nearest titan, ran up its foot, leapt into the air and kicked it in the shin. There was a massive blast as the titans ankle exploded, sending Krogoff hurling away and into the muddy ground. The titan tipped over, crashing down into the earth with enough force to bounce our orky hero back the air. Cheers and waaaghs! could be heard all around, for the second titan had turned tail upon the toppling of its mate. It was a victory for the orks, a victory for Krogoff. Other survivors of the fight had witness his amazing feat and dubbed him Shinkikka. Some nearby tank bustas heard the celebration and took offense, for they were of the belief that the titan was their kill. The grots in orks clothing said that they had fired speshul rokkits into the back of the titans leg to bring it down. Krogoff and his supporters had a civilised discussion with the tank bustas. In the end all the orks of the convoy agreed that it was Krogoff who brought down the great foe and that the tank bustas were a bunch of jealous gits. Upon recieving a new pair of arms from some recently deceased tank bustas, Krogoff Shinkikka continued to fight in the second war for Armageddon. Eventually he and many others were driven from the planet, only to find further adventure amongst the stars. And that, children, is the story of how Krogoff Shinkikka got his name.
Zoggy von Lootah of the Blood Axes. No reason, that's his name. He just likes to loot, and he wants to look like a German doing it. (We all have to admit the Blood Axes look like Germans.)
When the mood strikes. In this case I came up with the name jokingly, but then started to wonder what an ork would have to do to get it. It'd have to be one hell of a shin. er... OF COURSE I DO YA GIT!
Yaz a gud lad! Ya shuld join da lead belchas n krump tingz up wif us sumtime! I woulda luved ta see a warhound titan get stomped in da shin loik dat har har!
Blackgit da Freeboota. Ya might a heeard of me. Us Blackgitz is neber moh dangerous dan when we're dead.
