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[filiusenox]

IOcade qakes up from his sleep and yawns.

[Armok]

Armok listens in amusement to what is said about him, then goes and sits in her lap, and purrs.

"I AM the real Armok, and all that has been said about me is true and all images of me are correct, for I have done all these things at different times and places. I am an entity of both creation and destruction, just as blood is both the symbol of life and death, I am of closeness..." *cuddles Little a little* "... and of aloft distance, and I am supreme. This is also why the feline is my avatar."

[Little]

Little snuggles Armok.

"He's great, hm? Not as awesome as Sof, but great."

[Armok]

Armok snuggles back, using 2 arms to hug little, and still torturing creep using the other two. Gods are very good multitaskers.

[Luke_Prowler]

"You still looks like an anime mascot reject to me"

[Little]

Little snuggles with Armok some more, wrapping her arms around him. She smiles at Luke.

"Luke, would you rather I be snuggling with you instead?"

[Luke_Prowler]

Luke thought about it. On the one hand, that would be nice, but on the other, there is the whole 'I am a holy warrior of the Imperiam and i will not stary from the path of the Emperor' thing. although that human part of him said yes, his lifetime of training told him No. Luke sighed. WorkerDrone is right. We can't have nice things

"As good that sounds, I have to decline" Then from outside there is the sound of a horn honking. "I must return to the battle. Good bye, and here's hoping I see you all soon" Luke walked out of the castle, where a Land Raider was waiting for him. the super soldier entered, and it left.

[Little]

"Awwww. Son of a bitch. Luke left. He was cute."

[Strife26]

Strife reenters from the service tunnel.

"Well, interestingly enough, there's a tank hunting nuke shell that's been added to the rockarty stock. I'm not sure where it's from. Did anything happen?"


((I don't feel like reading the last couple of pages. Color me lazy.))

[Little]

"Not much."

Little snuggles Armok some more, then says...

"Hey, Strife, wanna snuggle?"

[Gunner-Chan]

Sofia suddenly snaps dashes for the tank and jumps into it. Closing the hatch.


"It's... SMOOSHING TIME!"

She ineffectually tries to get the tank to move, but has no idea how to drive it...

[Little]

Little gets up and races to the tank, hopping up on it and hammering on the hatch.

"Sof! Let me in!"

[Gunner-Chan]

Awkward banging is heard from inside the tank...

"Uhh... HELP! I'M STUCK!"

[Strife26]

Strife walks over to the tank, removes a small box from his pocket, and puts it on the left tread. He walks back a few yards, pulls out a remote, and pushes a button.

The small explosion strikes tank's left read!
Tank's left tread has been scorched!
Tank's suspension has been bruised!
Tank's left drive sprocket has been mangled!

Tank has been rendered immobile.




"Problem solved."

[WorkerDrone]

"..."

"YOU DESTROYED THE TANK!"

WorkerDrone grabs Strife by the shoulders, stops and thinks for a moment, as if he's trying to summon the right words and than flings Strife to the side, running to the tank.

"Damnation! Naaaaaghhhhhh!" WorkerDrone punches the tank once, hard, then again, and again, his punches gradually growing in strength until he rips a huge hole into one side of the armoured vehicle. he walks slowly inside, Sofia flying out of the hole a few moments later, her being scorched a bit by the explosion, and exits the tank holding a totally ruined Thompson Sub Machine gun.

He drops to his knees, holding up the gun. He smiles a bit as if he thinks all might not be lost, but the weapon melts in his hands (ouch?) at that very moment.

"...Strife. That weapon belonged to one of the greatest gunmen in the entire universe, who single handedly crafted the weapon with the steel granted to him in Pre-Strife ages past by the God-Emperor himself. This weapon was the stuff of legends, taking part in over thirty thousand battles, and never jamming once. This gun slayed Blur'ishnvagsh'tsh, Daemon Prince of Khorne."

"..."

"Run."