The 40K RP Strikes Back. (Continuation of 40KLoD on SDN)

[Pcm979]

Ask and you shall recieve!

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

* Dabates how cruel to be *

[Cynical Cat]

* Dabates how cruel to be *

There are so many ways, but don't be sad. You'll have the opportunity to try them most of them out.

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

Boom time.

[Josh]

Boom?

BOOM?

Boooooom.

Boom boom.

All good.

Sorry, the Guard were busy assisting their allies the Marines in smiting the FOUL HORDES of CHAOS and GREENSKINS last night.

Oh, think we killed some Eldar, too.

Or as we call them now, Geldar.

Heh.

[Pcm979]

*Waves hands vaguely* Fill in the blanks at your leasure, NL.

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

Night folks. I suggest having the thing blown up and then going on to the Saint's place.

[Josh]

But, blowing it up would be disrespectful of the rich Eldar culture...

*grabs melta bombs*

And we are all in favor of diversity and understanding around here.

[Bratty]

tsk tsk tsk ~clicks tongue~

I leave you boys alone for one weekend, ~ahem and a day or two before~, and what happens?

The Rhino tumbles over, the Saint is in jeapordy, psychic battles are lost, and everyone is jostled.

I missed all the fun ;)

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

And Gyllia can resume her relationship with Marvin the Iron Man.

....

I want Marvin! You hear me, Necron? MORE MARVIN!

Consider yourself obliged.

And I wasn't exxagerating much about 'sit in this box for fifty years' either. He's gonna be pissed off with some of you guys.

[Josh]

Consider yourself obliged.

And I wasn't exxagerating much about 'sit in this box for fifty years' either. He's gonna be pissed off with some of you guys.

Inquisitors are expert politicians, among other things. One of the first rules of politics is to blame the dead guy.

"Marvin, we're very sorry, but Lord VonDeadguy insisted, and seniority won out over our heartfelt and teary objections."

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

Heh. I suspect it'll see through that one. And to be fair, I'm not sure whether or not the Iron Men have been busy in the last few decades or not...

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

Ewww. New-Codex-Tyranids-are-totally-and-utterly-beyond-count-absurdity.

*Shudders*

Y'know what, when we're done here, they're all going to be dead. Don't ask me how, but I'll find some way for you to wipe the gribbly fuckers out, you watch me.

[Josh]

Ewww. New-Codex-Tyranids-are-totally-and-utterly-beyond-count-absurdity.

*Shudders*

Y'know what, when we're done here, they're all going to be dead. Don't ask me how, but I'll find some way for you to wipe the gribbly fuckers out, you watch me.

*polishes golden chainsword* All things are possible if the God-Emperor deems it so.

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

Yes. Praise the Emperor for he grants us Victory!

[Pcm979]

Ewww. New-Codex-Tyranids-are-totally-and-utterly-beyond-count-absurdity.

*Shudders*

Y'know what, when we're done here, they're all going to be dead. Don't ask me how, but I'll find some way for you to wipe the gribbly fuckers out, you watch me.

I eagerly await it!

[Cynical Cat]

One wonders is a conversation of this nature happened:

Designer1: Damn, those Necron bastards are just brutal. What can stop the C'tan now?

Designer2: Yeah, how can you top the guys who bumped off the Old Ones.

Designer1: I'm going to do it. I'm going to make something worse.

Designer2: How the fuck are you going to do that? Who's going to take them out? The Eldar? The Tau? Who could do it.

Designer1: Nid wank. Muhahahahaha! Endless Nid wank.

[Pcm979]

Pretty much, yeah. But it's there now. *Shrugs*

[Josh]

Really doesn't work for the general user quotes, since it's so specific, but...

pcm979: He's the king of bling, our Marvin. Gold plated, really.
Petrosjko: I want him in my army.
Petrosjko: When I make one.
pcm979: It began when he tried to throw her out a window... Then they looked into each other's optics...
Petrosjko: And though a gulf of decades and hundreds of light-years separated them, the fire still burned bright...
pcm979: Gyllia's mechadendrites get all tingly at the thought.
Petrosjko: Remembering their last interface...
pcm979: It was the best data transfer she'd ever had.
Petrosjko: He was so gentle, yet forceful and commanding...
pcm979: He seemed to fill her input socket.
Petrosjko: Okay, this is the sort of thing I SHOULD NOT BE DISCUSSING WITH A MINOR.

Aaaaaah, Marvin, welcome back.

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

Don't ask me why, but I'm absolutely certain he has something like Kryten's groinal attachment from Red Dwarf somewhere. Probably got big gemstones on it.

[Pcm979]

Does he have the vacuum-cleaner attachment?

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

Does he have the vacuum-cleaner attachment?

And the egg whisk. And the digital weapon.

Oh gods. I'm going to have to have him kill a hormagaunt or something with his groinal attachment now. Damn you for making me think of that.

[Pcm979]

But we are all damned, your Lordship. Only the Guiding Light of the God-Emperor and Marvin's groinal weapons can save us!

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

<Marvin-the-Iron-Man> "You only distrust machines because we're better endowed than you!" *Flexes groinal mechadendrite*

[The Necrontyr Messenger]

Heh. If challenged on giving control of the facility to the Iron Men, Lena'd say, they're as trustworthy as anyone. Certainly, Iron Men may have rebelled against humanity in the past, but so have Guard, and Marines, and Inquisitors, "and even, as much as we try to keep it quiet, the Soroitas."