TURN FOUR - FINALE
Just as bizarely as it had grown, Grimjaw's stubby little arm pops off.
It floats to the ground somewhat gracefully.
Then to counteract ever being described as graceful, it melts into an ugly green puddle.
The puddle decides it doesn't want to stay ugly forever and gets a head in life.
It starts to take the shape of a strangely familiar form.
Grimjaw's stubby little arm has morphed into Stubby the Janitork!
Grimjaw is as bewildered as the GM is after carrying out Ninja_Bait's orders.
The boomrod and jumper have an awkward stareoff.
"So can I have my axe ba-"
The Brootal gunnerz move on the rex's flank and relieve their trigger fingers.
The combined damage is enough to make the gunna-rex go extinct.
The BlackRock hero finds himself taking another tumble off his steed, this time for good. "BLACKROCK-FUCK-ING-DAMMIT!!"
Grimjaw's too bambroozled by his earlier feat to make much of a scene out of gunning down to more Blackrock boyz.
The last warjumper revs up his chainstaff but only succeeds in looking Brootal rather than being
Brootal; a fate worse than death.
Enraged by the death of his steed, as well as the loss of most of his urks, the BlackRock hero leaps at Grimjaw. "ENUFF!"
"I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU LOT,"
he grapples onto Grimjaw's arm, but his gun jams. "JUS' WHO DA FUK ARE YOU PRICKZ?!"
Grimjaw stares quizzically at the smaller ork, "ya mean you haven' heard of da Brootalz?"
The name seems to strike a chord with the Black Rock hero. He immediately stops trying to kill and the two seem to go under a temporary truce of sorts. "Could it be..."
"I am Irk of the Black Rock clan,"
he says affirmatively, "we followed a trace of ancient energy through a warpy portal, and it led us... to you?"
The two heroes however seem to forget that there is a battle going on around them, as a Black Rock urk blows the head off the last warjumper.
"Brings a proud tear to yer eye, don't it Irk?"
"Aren't you mad?"
"Naaww. When we die doin' what we do best, ya can't be salty 'bout it."
"Anyhow, da name's Grimjaw Gitgrabba and Imma jus' be straight with ya. Da Brootalz is alwayz lookin' to recroot moar greenskinz."
"WHAT SAY YA?"
"I'd say ya got yourself a deal, Grimjaw."
"What you doin'?"
"I am going back to Novium to spread the word of da Brootalz. You should send some o' your boyz with me, Grimjaw. Black Rock could use some rallyin'."
"I think I know why da ancient energies led us to you, Grimjaw. Dis is da start of a new age for us."
"FOR BLACK ROCK!" "FOR DA BROOOOOOTAAAALLZZ!"