So, because of this quote:
UT actually. Could've gone pro if he hadn't joined the navy. Ain't no beltway pansie.
Related, Armstrong/Ork forum game
I decided to make a quick little intro for some kind of Armstrong/Ork forum game because it's late and I refuse to go to sleep:
Except it's gone.
Mother trucker.
Oh well, whatever:
It's always nice to lay back once in a while, just relax from all your hard work and know that someone else will be doing it for you.
Well, getting your heart crushed by a cyborg ninja may not be the best way to begin a forced vacation, but there you go.
"You and I... Are kindred spirits, deep down." He doesn't reply, he doesn't need to, you can see the acceptance in his eyes.
You drift asleep... And wake up.
On excelsior, no less, wasn't this thing destroyed by both you and that cyborg ninja dude?
"OI, Armstrong, get up, we do have all day, but I would prefer if you stopped pretending if you had any injuries anymore."
"Yhea, yhea, give me a minute, having your heart forcibly crushed isn't the best way to s..."
"Remembering already? Good, saves me the trouble of explaining everything to you, all you need to know right now is that this is purgatory for you and iiiivve got a proposition for you!"
Upon saying this, he whips out an old and crumpled document, with dozens upon dozens of names signed onto the bottom line, including a couple that come from cartoon shows.
But the basics of it is obvious, it's a one time only chance at revival, in a place where you can truly show your strength.
"Right, this doesn't seem like I would get away scot free from this, what do you want in return?"
"Nothing, really, I just find you a very interesting person, and I do always love those stories, perhaps you'll succeed, perhaps you won't, I don't know."
He leans in closely for his next sentence.
"But I love it when they don't.
Anyway, cig for your troubles? Can't hurt you here."
He hands you a cig and a lighter.
"Sure, I guess." You take a deep drag and motion for him to give you the paper.
Signing using some sort of jet black pen, your name glowing slightly even in this sunny morning, the paper vanishes, replaced with a small box, containing 8 different syringes, all with small notes explaining their uses.
"Good, I guess you didn't have any other choice in the matter, oh yes, and you can only choose 2 of those upgrades.
By the way, my name's Fred."
He disappears as well, leaving a glowing portal behind, that's probably going to get you where you have to go.
But first, the decisions.
Good, so, I'm thinking of having skills like:
Advanced Nano-Machines: Your Nano-Machines are far more efficient, and can be formed into simple shapes used outside of your body for almost any purpose. (Can be improved.)
Photosynthesis: Your nano machines don't even need an electric source to power up, as long as there is direct sunlight, as well as making you never require sustenance.
Ork Growth: You become Stonger, Faster, and bigger the longer you manage to stay alive.
Genetic Manipulation: You gain the ability to directly modify any creature with mechanical augmentations, as long as you have a basic understanding of it's body, including manipulation of the mind.
WAAAAGH: again connection to the WAAAAGH and turns you into an epsilon class Psyker. (Can be improved.)
Adaptable:Enviroments can't slow you down, taking no maluses from the environment around you, as well as being able to adapt far better to poisons of any kind.