Deff Skulz – Month one Story

 Rag-gutz was not the most popular Ork in his tribe; from an early age it was clear that he was different. As an orkling his stomach used to swell up to five times its size then with an enormous bang light and fire would shoot out of every orifice followed by great plumes of smoke that smelt and tasted like gasoline.

 

This at first was amusing to the tribe especially when they tied squigs to him to watch them frazzle and pop. Many a night was spent betting on which squigs would survive, however as fellow orks began to get singed and then fried alive by the increasing power and range of these random attacks,  the chief decided that it would be for the best if he was exiled to the near by grot camp to be trained as a herder.  

 

As Rag-gutz became bigger he learned to channel his power and realised that “Da belly fing appended after mi ed got hot” and that if he concentrated really ‘ard he could change the effects of the bang (only sometimes however), he also realised that he had an almost God like status to the simple grots. They would often stand and eat popsquig with awe in their eyes every time one of their fellows exploded after bolt of fire from Rag – gutz rear and cheered when he disappeared and reappeared inside a very surprised squig. Rag - Gutz found that the more exited his crowd became the more powerful the energy that pulsed through him was and he relished the feeling.

 

With the raw power filling his head and with an army of cackling grots by his side Rag decided that his destiny lay far beyond his simple tribe.

 

Upon hearing about a new Warlord in the sector that was pulverising imperial heads, Rag – Gutz offered his services: any chance to test how much mess his power could cause.

 

The warlord Wozgash Gobface intrigued by the idea of an exploding Ork sent a small band to collect their new asset. If nothing else he would provide an evenings entertainment.

 

Month Two Story

 

Month two

 

Rag-gutz had not really thought about what to expect from the horde he was joining, if he was honest he had rarely thought at all about much more than eatin’ fightin’ and exzplodin’.

 

As he waited in the forest clearing to be collected Rag-gutz could feel the ground shaking underneath him, “mus be da trucks, av eard they uge an Full a Boyz” Rag explained to his followers.

 

When he first saw the Ard boyz who had come to fetch him Rag-gutz got so exited he roasted two of his grot worshipers. Much to the annoyance of the rest, who had not been selected to die in the glorious fireball that erupted from Rags rear end.

 

However, when the two vehicles carrying the DeffSkulz stopped - the shaking continued and became more apparent.  

 

A large Ork with a bright Blue face leapt out of the first truck, “da big bozz says u r ta come wid us, wierdy” – “ba first we gotz to tak care of a weeny bug probz-slem”. Rags eyes followed the movement of the big Orks huge power klaw as it raised and pointed over Rags head.

 

Rag-gutz spun around and what he saw filled him with a rush of raw waaaagh energy like he had never had before. He could feel it bubbling inside, churning, aching to burst free then – whoosh ka boom !!!!!!! – three grots evaporated but the large ork and his mob appeared bigger in size, even greener and glowed with pure energy

 

“woz u dun” said the big Ork about to mush Rag, he raised the huge fist and -  “ang on  I feelz strongerz, Waaaaagh!!!  come on boyz lets rip deez fings legz off” He then took off past Rag – gutz followed by 20 or so boyz head long in to the tyranid swarm.

 

Caught up in the excitement Rag charged in to the melee, followed by his cackling grots.

 

 

‘Ead Butz had never felt so powerful, sure he had a stolen power klaw and he could rip off a hummez arm, but now he found he could rip these bugs apart – “evans dozz big unz wid da barbz.” It was not long before only limbs and mush was left of the swarm.

 

All the boyz leapt back into the trukks. Rag-gutz was dragged into one and his followers left to erm…. follow. Rag-gutz approached ‘Ead Butz – “iz I seein da boss now”, “na” replied ‘Ead “youz ain blue enough yet” then he turned to the Ork driver of the trukk “to da paintz pile now you son of a squigg or I wilz pop ya bonce off”.