Tale of Four Gamers: Everyone Who Ate the Fish Will Become Violently Ill in the Next Half Hour

The narrow twisting corridors echoed to the sound of heavy bootsteps, heavy hob nailed boots running frantically at pace. A hastily curtailed shriek spoke to the fate of a snotling that didn't get out of the way of the runner in time. The runner bursts into the mess hall (an apt name for any living space on an Ork Rok) and yells "Iz der a dokta in da hows?"

A cowering grot points towards a hulking brute, currently in the process of sawing the leg off another ork. The action itself didn't mark him out as being of the correct profession, but the urty syringe hanging from his belt made it likely.

The messenger interrupted the surgery "Doc, we need you, da flyboyz is sick"

"All rite I'm comin" said the Doc.

"Oi!" interrupted the patient "Surely you can't leave me like this?"

The Doc punched the patient square in the jaw "You'll be fine till I get back! And stop callin me Shirley"


Back on the rudimentary flight deck, the doc examined his new patients. All were dribbling, farting uncontrollably and otherwise displaying all the normal signs of healthy orks... but they were also unconscious.

"Dey is the only ones that know how to fly this thing" said the messenger "Surely you can make dem better?"

The Doc punched the messenger square in the jaw. "I can do my best, and stop callin me Shirley. It's Doc Roomack. Not Shirley. Now, what did they all have for dinner?"

"Er... they all had that fish guy... we grabbed a bunch of those tinned tuna fellas tryin to sabotage our engins. We did em in good. And then ate em."

"Did you roast em in der suits first?"

The messenger paused for a moment and thought back... "no, we grilled them on the engine cowlings"

"Eejits" growled Doc Roomack "That'd never cook em through, you should roast dem furst, then grill to add teks-chur. Do none of you no ow to cook? Well... we'll see in a couple days. Dey'll be fine or dey'll be dead. One or'tother."

The messenger pointed forwards, through the bridge windows, towards the ever growing planetoid. "Da Oomies call it vigigilililius or summit like that... it looked borin we was gonna give it a miss, tryna catch up wiv ghazza..."

"Well..." said Doc "Looks like we iz gonna be poppin in for a visit after all..."


So that's my narrative kicked off, my central character being the Doc. I also finally got off the mark with some painting, the Mek guns are done. Still got the crew, the boyz, the nobz, the doc, the dredd... yeah, I got a lot to do...