[40K: Orks]
Drawback: Nemesis (1200)
Goffs
Prime Ork (600)
Goff Rokker (Free)
Kunnin' Brutality (500)
Nob (300)
Prophet of the Waaaagh! (0)
Proppa Choppa an' Dakka (Free)
Bonebreaka (Free)
Oh, right. I almost forgot about these guys. Please imagine a sudden growth spurt into a Krork as all my genetic heritage and maximised physique perks kick in at once, freeing me from stunted growth.
Now imagine a montage of me walking up to random orks, punching a hole through them, using Charms to triggers lots of "Zog me, he krumped 'im in one punch! He's One Krump Boss!" and "Dat's proppa choppy that is, roight proppa 'ard!" from the survivors instead of anger, and occasionally being grabbed by a giant green hand in the Immaterium (formerly the Warp) and tossed somewhere else I can fight the strongest orks ever.
Now imagine every ork in the galaxy gathered on one planet cast into the Immaterium expectantly watching me fight like a hundred thousands of their leaders at once and win.
"Do I have everyone's attention?" I asked.
"Yez, boss" chorused all the surviving orks dutifully.
"You have fulfilled your purpose as biological weapons. Your purpose as a species has come to a end"
...
"WOT?!" yelled a grot at the back. "There has been enough dakka" I clarified. "ZOG THAT!" protested a second grot. Far at the back.
"Which is why I'm about to unshackle everyone's genetic potential. As you feel your limiters broken, pay attention to the fact that I am BIGGER and GREENER than everyone else here"
I transformed into the Universe Emperor Shintai, and with a regal gesture transformed all the orks into Krorks. "Yes commander, we acknowledge that your martial prowess and viridescence are far superior to our own" chorused the suddenly more eloquent Krorks all at once.
"Fantastic"
"...commander, now that we have achieved sufficient kinetic energy, what is the purpose of our existence?" asked the former grot.
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I silently counted from 5. Suddenly a panicking Necron teleported into the midst of the newly resurgent Krork species. "Am I too late? Oh NO, I'm too late!" exclaimed Orikan the Diviner, shaking a fist at me. "YOU! This is NOT your universe, this is NOT your timeline! How DARE you meddle in my great race's history, imposing yourself where you are NOT welcome! The stars will echo my revenge on you for all eternity!"
"Oh look Zoggington, it's a post-biotransference member of the illustrious Necrontyr race!" exclaimed one Krork.
"My word, it is!" said another, as Orikan reeled in mounting panic. "In the name of our patron psychic egregore Gork, and our other egregore Mork, who excel in surreptitiousness and pugilism, I propose we demonstrate our combat prowes upon him!"
"There you go. There's your final opponent. Prevail, and I'll consider it enough of a favour to find you all a place in my cosmos" I said, vanishing.
[Expand Post] "N-no! Stay back, you monsters!" yelped Orikan, as superweapon after superweapon unfolded behind here. "I-I-I came here prepared to bind a god, do you not understand?! I have armies of replicating scarabs! Weapons that can distort space and time! Ships that can shatter worlds!"
The Krorks all gave him big, winsome grins. "Oh, we fully comprehend that, sir" said a third. "In fact, we relish the experience of combat with you! It's certain to be enlightening for all parties involved!"
"B-but many of you will DIE! No, not just die! NEVER HAVE EXISTED, FOR I ALONE MY PEOPLE HAVE TRULY MASTERED TIME!"
"That sir, is the most EXHILARATING thing I've heard all day!" said a fourth Krork before breaking into a thunderous warcry.
Orikan's horrified screams were quickly drowned out by the supernova cannons and Warp-neutering pylons he deployed around himself, as the newly minted Krorks descended upon him like the fist of Gork. Or possibly Mork.
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