Dictator charlie - ORKS

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #665
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Dictator Charlies siege engines
I say their cores would be made from former overlords or goetia lords
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>virgin giant mech tank
>chad AGM-65 Maverick launched from an F-15
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Repostan Diz ere' Waaghtext
>D.Charlie has a new problem in hell
>The new demons the pop out of the ground
>They're primitive and can barely english
>However there's so many of them they become a force to be reckoned with
>They've taken over the wrath ring already
>The lust ring didn't stand a chance
>None of her warriors can match them for some reason
>and even when they do manage to win a fight they always come back a day later and ruin everything
>Some call them a biological weapon the Angels have sent to punish them
>But to them... they just call themselves Orks
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>Half of the rings get glassed
>Da Orkz are having a helluva fight
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>The Orkz are actually getting bored
>None of deez puny gitz put up a good fight
>The Ork warboss Glitcha-Grip decides its time for a good old fashion ork bash
>The orks begin making trukks and paint them red with the blood of any imps they can get ahold of.
>"Oi boyz! Start ya enginezez and go!"
>Glitcha-grip gets right ol' kick outta watchin his boyz race around pentagram city and crushing anything that stands in their path
>Charlie sees all the carnage from her tower and tries to send in murder bots to take them out
>Glitcha-grip gets on the kommunykaeta' and tells them "Bonus pointz fer every bot ye scrap"
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>Charlie sends out Enforcer Omega-1
>Anon
>He gets nearly destroyed fighting off Nobs
>Doesn't mean he didn't kill many of them and made Ork salsa out of dozens of Boyz
>Charlie ordered his retreat after he lost his remaining organic arm
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>The orks put his arm on a stick and give it googly eyes
>They bounce it around and make it say things like "Oi I'z a big ol' Toasta man, I'z can't even stomp a Snotling"
>Charlie on the other hand is in tears as she tries her best to mend her brothers wounds
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That's actually pretty funny not gonna lie
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I fucking love orks, there is literally no stopping them unless your a space marine with plot armor.
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>The race ends with every Kill squad rolling up to the end of the race
>Every ork is laughing
>Laughing at Charlie
>Laughing at her failed attempt at even trying to so much a dare intimidate orkz
>The Orkz find this funny as fuck as Charlie is foaming at the mouth in her tower tearing out her hair in frustration
>"WHY WON'T THEY FUCKING DIE!? We've Bombed them to hell and back, we've shot them, stabbed them, we even threw Moxxie at them! WHY!"
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ORKZ WERE MADE FER FIGHIN'
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Or you're a chosen one character with plot armor
COUGHCOUGH
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mucdZAt9G8I
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZPfO88-Xzw&feature=youtu.be
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJiUfnIzbVM&feature=youtu.be
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>decides to go for the nuclear option
>goes straight to the Abyss
>"ABADDON! RISE UP, YOU HAVE WORK TO DO!"

>above, the Orks continue to loot and krump, going lower and lower
>they're unphased by the dreary landscape, and mildy infuriated by the seemingly fancy castles and estates that seem to disappear like mirages as soon as they get close to them
>they don't care much for various, odd-lookin' gitz who practically jump in front of their trukks
>finally, they arrive to the lowest point in the Pit
>a frozen wasteland, with people buried up to their necks in the ice
>killing them is only fun for the first few dozen times
>some of them even try to get the snots to dig them out of the ice for a proper fight

>then, they arrive to this huge beast
>has seven wings, three heads (each of which is chomping on an old git, but the center one stops as Glitcha-grip approaches it)
>"You came here to fight?"
>it bellows and whispers at the same time
>the warboss gives a simple nod
>"Oif Oi didn'e kame 'ere ta fight, Oi wouldn' be da boss o' dis 'ere WAAAAAGH!"
>the three-headed thing nods

>"Well, you're too late."
>it says, shrugging
>"Because you're not fighting me."
>"You're fighting HIM."

>and he motions towards the other end of the chamber
>Glitcha-grip turns around
>sees this MASSIVE, dark git emerge from outta nowhere
>literally
>everything around it seems to just... not be there anymore
>for the first time, the warboss feels something
>somewhere in the pit of his stomach
>it's fear
>and it infuriates him
>"ROIGH' BOIZ, WE EATIN' BIG TONIGH'! A 'UNDRED BO'LES O' BOOZE FO' DA 'EAD O' DAT BIG GIT!"

>his boiz aren't moving
>they're all just mukkin' about, staring at the enormous thing that is now slowly approaching them
>when it gets to close to one...

>they're gone

>more angrier than ever, Glitcha-grip lets loose a deafening war cry, and sets off with his Battlewagon towards the enroaching mass
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>the figure seems to look down, as if just noticing the massive, ungainly machine fast approaching him, firing every shoota it has at it
>nothing works
>everything they throw at it, it just...
>disappears it

>no longer fearful, the warboss now feels the same thing many'a commanders felt upon facing the mighty Ork armies:
>frustration
>desperate, infuriating frustration
>despite the protest of the Gretchins down bellow, he orders the Battlewagon to go at full speed
>his boiz, as frozen as the gits in the ice around them, stand still and zip by, unmoving

>despite the resurging fear twisting his guts, Glitcha-grip let's loose another, ear-splitting warcry, one that risks tearing his vocal cords


>"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--!!!"


>the silence is deafening
>the Orks stare, thoughtless, at the spot of nothing where their warboss disappeared, Battlewagon and all
>but they don't retreat
>such an idea doesn't even occur to them
>instead, all raise their weapons, and, letting loose of a warcry of their own, charge towards the approaching nothing, determined to get one last krumpin' out of it
>one by one, their voices disappear

>soon, not a single soul can be heard in the frozen pit of Hell
>outwardly unphased, but inwardly trembling, the still free head of Satan nods towards the Destroyer
>"T-Took your time!"
>Apollyon doesn't reply
>he just continues, up and out


>he can still sense them
>in tiny spores, spread around wherever they went
>their stench engulf nearly all of Hell
>including Pandemonium

>including the Queen


>she ordered him to "erase them, no matter the cost"

>I ̛T̴ S̵ H̨ ̶Á ͢L̶ ̧L ͟ ̶B ͡E D̕ ̡O̷ N͡ ͜E͝


You talk of bullshit plot armor, and fail to notice an entire species lathered in the fucking thing.
For shame!
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>You talk of bullshit plot armor, and fail to notice an entire species lathered in the fucking thing.
>For shame!
They are in fact dumb as hell and can be tricked, but remember giving them what they want (a good fight) always backfires in the end. Orks die and Orks live, it's a fun little cycle of mayhem that I can't get enough of.
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Unfortunately, their fans turned them into this fucking magical species of undying assholes, who have all the plot armor of the Space Marines spread between their entire species. They die en masse, but still come back.

So, I made them face something that they literally cannot fight.
It's like flying into a black hole - no matter your fighting spirit, you're not coming back.
I gave them as much of a dying blaze of glory as the circumstances allowed.
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Well since we're doing 40k and DC
>Shi'ten
>Satan
>Magnus visits Hell to find it a shitty dictatorship
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I loved this story but I have but one single gripe, why not Tuska Daemon-Killa?
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>Umiez mad that we'z betta at krumpin den e iz
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>>36767884
imp-punter would be a good name
>>36767885
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Oh don't get me wrong I loved the idea you came up with. Thats pretty much the route all Ork clans go after awhile.
>Orks become really fuck-off huge hoard
>Orks overwhelm everything
>Face off against something that they literally can't fight
>Lose/win because fighting is fun
>The cycle starts again
Its all for fun
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They die en mass but the corpes are trampled by the hordes of Orks so it looks like they're undying assholes
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Dat warboss was a grot! If it wer' Tuska Daemon Killa, dere'd be nuthin left o dat big black git!
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I named the warboss after my own figurine I made. and besides Tuska's in the warp fighting real daemons
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>Tuska Daemon Killa ends up in the Hazbin Hotel Universe.
>After all the years of killing daemons he's become too good at his job
>The entirety of hell if freaking the fuck out
>All the overlords are being killed off one by one
>Fucking nothing can stop him... and then Fat Nuggets waddles into the street in front of him
>"Wotz diz ugly lil squig doin in the mittle ov' da road loik dat it'z not safe fer ye' out 'ere!"
>He gently pics it up and carries it around with him
>"Hey asshole give me back my pig"
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>Violence is a coming.
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>Orkz are responsible for their squigs
>They treat them better than anything else in the world
>if one ork kills and eats another orks squig they fight to the death and take their teef as a trophy/currency
>Tuska now sees Fat Nuggets as his new squig
>Angel ain't having none of that
Who would win?
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Angel, on the long run.
As a sinner, he can pick himself together, and keep coming back to fight.
Eventually, he'll just get a big enough gun.
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Tuska is made for fightin' and winnin' against daemons. Angel is a demon, so maybe, just maybe, Angel has a chance. On his own success seems unlikely though, 6 tommy guns will only get him so far. Perhaps if someone else joined him?
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Or he can just use an anti-materiel rifle as a sniper rifle.
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Angel doesn't need to kill him so much as he just needs to get Fat Nuggets and gtfo as fast as possible.
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Fair take, now all that stands between the spider and his pig is a gorillaion pounds of green mushroom-ape muscle and several land-yachts worth of rusted jagged steal.