Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131029180938/@comment-4948356-20131102030625

Wartev Shrugs comiedicly...

"Soul? No no no no no no (Etc)... I want your... Mmm... body... It will be a great addition to my collection as a butterfly as I've said! BUT YOUR SOUL IS THE PROBLEM! ITS ONLY USING YOUR BODY! ITS A TYRANT OVER YOU PHYSICAL SELF! MY GOAL IS TO RID THE UNIVERSE OF SOULS! THEN EVERYTHING WILL BE SOOO BEAUTIFUL!"

"OH! AND I'M SUPER! THANKS FOR ASKIKNG!"


 * silence*

Wartev: "Everybodies a..."

Du'un is unexpectedly stabbed straight through his stomach with a very sharp bone claw, From a long dead tyranid warroir (In bone form).

Wartev: "MEAN OLD CRITIC!"

The ground starts to glow green, as from the depths of the sand... come every beast and fighter that ever died in the arena.

Wartev: "Wait... I'm missing... MY POPCORN! Oh I'll just take yours..."

A bone hand comes and takes some un spilled popcorn from an empty stand and brings it back to wartev, who takes off the lower part of his helmet, revealing his two mouths, and begins eating at the hundreds or so fighters begin charging at Du'un... or some of them at least...

others start fighter others, turning into a mosh pit of violence...

Wartev: "Hmph... unexpected..."

OOC:

No one shot like with the first two. It wouldn't be as awesome...