DeAd_cOmMaNdO's Army & Fluff

[Baron Spikey]

Army Thus Far:

Warboss
Mega armour
100 points

Meganobs
3 meganobz
120 points

Ork Boyz
21 Boyz: 17 shootas, 2 big shootas
136 points


Ork Boyz
21 Boyz: 17 shootas, 2 big shootas
136 points


deffkopta
2: both have kustom mega blastas
80 points

flashgitz
6:
150 points

flashgitz
6:
150 points


total: 872 points
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Upgrades

1 CP - +50 PTS
1 CP - +50 PTS






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FLUFF
The call to WAAAGH! comes in many ways. To some it is the silent, inner yearning that comes to drive their every thought. to others it is the desire to see the Ork deities made flesh, or steel as the case usually is. Still in some it is an unseen call, heralding yoofs to something greater. To others it is something more tangible…

Nob Snarob never fit in with the Deff Skulls he lived his yoof with. They were so obsessed with old stuff; detritus of war, accumulating scrap, other orks’ stuff. His clan seemed to be more preoccupied with the after-battle drill than the battle itself. It was almost as if the scuffle with other tribes was an unnecessary prelude to the scrap collecting that would come after. The Deff skulls would spend hours, sometimes days, looting the battlefield of wargear, materials… scrap. He was always the opposite, obsessed with shiny new stuff, the meks’ new creations. Luckily for him, his teeth grew quickly enough for him to afford such things… that was, when the Deff Skulls didn’t get to his gob first. He’d had enough mallets to the head than he was willing to justify living with those backwater yahoos.

So he decided to leave. Snarob left with a handful of Deff skulls who had always had their eyes planted ****her along the horizon than the last battlefield. They travelled the hinterlands of Da Wurld for months, picking scraps with vagabonds and yoofs who wandered the land alone. They accumulated teef (which, added those shed by Snarob throughout the months added up to quite the sum). Perhaps five months into their travels, the group came across a graveyard of scrap, where invenshuns and vehicles littered the land for miles in all directions, some at the centre of blackened craters, others sinisterly intact. In the middle of it all was a meks’ workshop. Snarob traded the groups’ teeth for some snazzy kustom jobs.

Before leaving, the mek persuaded Snarob to go in for an operashun to replace both eyes with bionic augmentations – git findas. The operashun was a success, but when the mek anesthetised (fancy word for mallet to the head) Snarob, he had a dream of the ork gods rising from the ground and jumping into the sky where they swam until they found the Emperor-god of the oomies. When he came to Snarob had found his purpose. He would assemble an army and make war with the oomies…

as Snarob's boyz grew moresuccessful, the added to their horde (well, a loose term at the moment), investing in oodles more kustom jobs, and most recently a pair of snazzy deffkoptas

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Special

.75 CP



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Games Played Against:
Series 1:
Calvor DEFEAT
Brother Warchild Victory
Baron Spikey Victory
Imperial Commander Gent Defeat

Series 2:
Imperial Commander Gent DEFEAT
Steve Berenyi DEFEAT
Warmaster Romulas Victory
Baron Spikey DEFEAT

[SteveBerenyi]

Updated and ready for the 3rd round.