A Farewell to Bone'Smasha

As bone'smasha envisioned himself as the greatest warlord who ever lived in that dream-like haze following death he awoke to find himself in a field, as he stood up he could hear metal clashing against metal as an ork, clad in armor approached him. "WE NEEDZ YA FOR THE ENDLESS WAR, TAKE UP ARMS AND GET TO WORK!" The Ork tossed Bone'Smasha a pair of greatswords and led him to a clearing ahead, countless warriors locked in an endless and neverending battle, as they take mortal wounds they heal and they get up and fight once more. With a mighty roar Bone'smasha launched himself into the fray cleaving through countless opponents even as they cut him down and...in this moment and this time of endless conflict and battle...he's happy, truly and wonderfully happy.