Warhead wrote:my head burns with War.
Legofighter wrote:...-Discover farming (Why? YOU NEED FOOD TO SURVIVE, )...
The Unguu chieftain tries to win the Trattorian admiral’s love with his OTC.
Unfortunately, admiration of the OTC is not a universal quality, and the civilized Trattorian looks upon the crude implement with disdain. She blocks it with her beamsaber, and the universe goes :byzero: when blade meets blade.
The OTC wins out this time, though, and shatters her beamsaber into thousands of tiny shards of light. Another Unguu warrior sets his war dog on the Trattorian soldier, disarming and incapacitating him.
The tribe loots the strangers’ guns and armor. They have now obtained bullet-proof armor and laserz.
Inspired by the new equipment, the tribe builds a canoe and sends out a warrior to “teach” surrounding peoples about the magic of the OTC.
The others then erect a guard tower to provide advance warning of any future intruders coming from that side of the encampment.
An Unguu warrior whips the Spearton prisoners and get’s them to work.
“We’re a business, you know!” he yells, and orders them to construct a war machine.
The ork forge pumps out sheets of metal for the Spearton’s new project.
Meanwhile, a tribeswoman get’s curious and asks to partake of “activities” with the dragon.
In an act that defies every reasonable biology textbook ever published, the couple produce an ugly, monstrous, half-dragon child.
While we’re on the topic, the two children born the previous installment have grown up into fine young warriors eager for battle.
The shamaness asks the Speartons to move their project into the Neu Territories conquered in the last installment. She needs to space in order to embark on her own private operation.
After manufacturing some more gunpowder, she orders the ork chieftain to craft some metal guns, and presents two more guns as well as the accidental discovery of TNT (any minecraft fan will tell you that;s how one makes TNT).
[i]De repente[/i], the OTC shrieks into the mind of the shamaness, giving her visions of red, black, and yellow and demanding that she kill the new hybrids that have been born to the village. The shamaness, despite her scientific, inquisitive nature, complies and sacrifices the Uruk-hai and half-dragon to the OTC.
For lack of more interesting subjects, she then observes the new alien visitors.
The two new warriors, meanwhile, appoint themselves to patrol duty, and begin scouting out the surrounding area of any enemies.
Back at the ranch, the Speartons work tirelessly on their project.
Their finished product: a chariot.
A lower-classmen in the tribe begins chatting with a tribeswoman...
With all this “activity” going on, I wonder if I’m ever actually going to show it.
Of course, after a hard day’s work, the chieftain just wants his beer. So he grabs the maniac beer canister and takes a swig.
The chieftain grows Angel Wings of Death as well as the ability to fly. Additionally, the combined effect of the OTC’s awesomeness and the maniac beer give him another hallucination, this time with OTC’s voice and intentions as clear as crystal. That was when he realized, the rest of the tribe must fly like him, to the stars. All along, the OTC had been wanting the Unguu to evolve to the SpaceAge and achieve some as-yet hidden goal.
As soon as the OTC finished, the chieftain was met by a grisly sight-the canoe had returned, only with the warrior decapitated, left with a strange green object.
The shamaness, despite her best efforts, did not understand the object. Regardless, she felt it was an ominous sign of things to come, and warned the tribe to be ever vigilant.
[size=150][b]TL;DR[/b][/size]: Everyone can suggest actions that the Unguu can take to advance themselves, the goal is to see how high of a tek level they can attain before being wiped out. People can also suggest events than can happen to the Unguu (although I’ll mainly be responsible for that). So kind of like Zahru’s Ork Tower thread. I’ll collect and act on suggestions whenever I have time.
Bragallot wrote:Just ask Silverdream. He decides what's true and right, and what someone said or meant at some point, even if they didn't. Clearly he is the most suitable person for fixing this mess.
Bluefog wrote:I mean, I could just throw my feces at you and my feelings would be conveyed adequately.
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