No sleep

Orks sleep sometimes, when there’s nothing better to do. But they don’t need it. Grots do, mind. And we can’t keep up a run for more’n a couple of hours, let alone a week, especially when we’re half-starved and weakened from cold like I was after the last days of Urk. But it was as if the gods had let me opt out of being a grot for a while, and be Makari instead, so long as Ghazghkull was pressing forward and needed his banner beside him. The other orks in the boss-mob were well impressed. ‘He’s still goin’!’ they’d exclaim, as I barrelled along on my skinny little legs, and they’d even slap me on the back, but in an approving way, rather than to try and break my spine.

Ghazghkull Thraka: Prophet of the WAAAGH!