Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131019114403/@comment-7974155-20131023083215

(Out of the flamig forests emerges Thomas, holding soulshard to protect him from the flames. The battleships landing doors open and 250 tanks with heavy flamers and 250 chargers with hand flamers, flamers and their home made weapons rush out and form ranks followed by Lord Charger himself.)

Thomas: Ok boys, we are on a hunt. We are looking for some bags of pus and you are not to stop until you kill every last one of them. Lord Charger, please commence the rights.

(Lord Charger walks infront of the forces and begins to screech. The Wastelanders screech with him at deafining volumes and charge off into the undergrowth. Lord Charger then walks up next to Thomas)

Thomas: It is confirmed that there is a chaos champion and a host of deamons that are worth having their heads taken. You know the rules, no eating the infested. Now go have fun

(Lord Charger runs into the chared undergrowth at lightning speed, running past the other forces and deep into the enemy territory. As he does so his armour begins to emit small flames from the cracks, burining any infected substance that touches the armour)