Toops
10-12-2008, 02:58
(OOC: Coming in from your left!!! INTO YOUR BRAIN!!! Da Green is Bakk, well kinda, Toopoxia was a wash out and I was feeling ultimately pretentious playing as a serious nation, so Goblins are Bakk, enjua!)
Groblosh
"AAAAAAuuuuuuRRRPPPP!!!!" The Goblin roared as he washed down his Gumwheat Cider, besides him a human was sat gently nursing at the foul greenish black substance, which to him seemed more goop than liquid, "Slave Boy!" The Goblin harshly shouted, "I'z gotz ta be aboutz mah biznizz soon, if ya'z don' nekk yahz drink I paid fuh, yahz not gonna 'ave a neck at all!!!" The human slave looked over at the Goblin with a hurridly scared look on his boney pale face, he scrunched up his features and poured the substance down.
"AAAAAAhahauuuugh!" The human shuddered.
"Ahz! Yah 'Oomiez all talk big, butz yeh kanna take da drink at allz!" The Goblin remarked, getting off his stool and yanking at the metal chain, "I knew a 'Oomie, big fella, good workah, gotz 'iz freedum in da Slave Legion, sez to mah mate 'E kan drink more a da cider dan me mate kan, next t'ingz wez know wez gotta fifteen stonez 'Oomie body we'z gotta chukk in da drainz!" The duo had now left the bar and were caught down a narrow street of mixed architectural backgrounds and supports.
"Master Snikter." The human paused to consider asking the Goblin a question, the creature gave his slave an inquisitve but no less harsh look, "Ummm, Isn't that a White Banner?" The human pointed to a large white flag with a black crescent moon.
"Ah fekk!" The Goblin muttered as he looked down the alley to find an advancing Red painted Goblin horde, "Jez don' kill me or da 'Oomie, I paid a good twen'y Teefz for 'im!" The shrewd Goblin shouted, the army mostly ignoring him in advance of the slowly gathering Kustody Horde, "Jeez! Dis 'Asta be da biggest fightin'z I'z seen!" He remarked, "If ya findz any Teefz dey's mine!" He pointed at the Human who was visibly woried by all the pointy weapons and shiney new Blastaz being pointed either end of the alley.
A twisted maw over a crudly drawn sphere was unfurled in the center of a red banner, "Senetaz!" A Goblin from the Red Horde had stood forwards, he was holding a crude farming tool in one hand and a rusty, dented megaphone in the other, "Yah'z karruption in follawin' da Krezunt Moon ain' gonna pass no more!" He shouted, there was a rabble of applause from the red side.
As if to counter this, a hooded, thin figure moved from out of the crowd, he bore a scroll taking up both hands and relied on a small Grob to hold a megaphone to his shouting, "Red 'Orde, goez bakk 'ome, yer ugly an' yah makez da streetz look untidy!" There was an applause from the whites as the two armies once again faced eachother down.
"Jeezum!" Snikter, the merchant caught in the middle of this shouted, "Willz ya start aktin' like da Gobboz and rip each uddaz throatz out?" Nobody had realised it, but from among his many pockets Snikter had pulled out a crude blocky pistol, he pointed deep into the Red formation.
"No Master Snikter!" The human shouted, a bang of phospherous clouded the air and two of the Goblins collapsed in a spatter of blood, brain and sinew.
"Kontinyah!" Snikter ordered, there was a pause as the horror sank in before the two began to release crude bullets into a chaotic frenzy which swarmed the dank alley, Snikter emerged from the middle of the pile counting into his hand, "Amazin'!" He yelled, "Fifty Teefz in da firs' few Minnitz!"
Groblosh
"AAAAAAuuuuuuRRRPPPP!!!!" The Goblin roared as he washed down his Gumwheat Cider, besides him a human was sat gently nursing at the foul greenish black substance, which to him seemed more goop than liquid, "Slave Boy!" The Goblin harshly shouted, "I'z gotz ta be aboutz mah biznizz soon, if ya'z don' nekk yahz drink I paid fuh, yahz not gonna 'ave a neck at all!!!" The human slave looked over at the Goblin with a hurridly scared look on his boney pale face, he scrunched up his features and poured the substance down.
"AAAAAAhahauuuugh!" The human shuddered.
"Ahz! Yah 'Oomiez all talk big, butz yeh kanna take da drink at allz!" The Goblin remarked, getting off his stool and yanking at the metal chain, "I knew a 'Oomie, big fella, good workah, gotz 'iz freedum in da Slave Legion, sez to mah mate 'E kan drink more a da cider dan me mate kan, next t'ingz wez know wez gotta fifteen stonez 'Oomie body we'z gotta chukk in da drainz!" The duo had now left the bar and were caught down a narrow street of mixed architectural backgrounds and supports.
"Master Snikter." The human paused to consider asking the Goblin a question, the creature gave his slave an inquisitve but no less harsh look, "Ummm, Isn't that a White Banner?" The human pointed to a large white flag with a black crescent moon.
"Ah fekk!" The Goblin muttered as he looked down the alley to find an advancing Red painted Goblin horde, "Jez don' kill me or da 'Oomie, I paid a good twen'y Teefz for 'im!" The shrewd Goblin shouted, the army mostly ignoring him in advance of the slowly gathering Kustody Horde, "Jeez! Dis 'Asta be da biggest fightin'z I'z seen!" He remarked, "If ya findz any Teefz dey's mine!" He pointed at the Human who was visibly woried by all the pointy weapons and shiney new Blastaz being pointed either end of the alley.
A twisted maw over a crudly drawn sphere was unfurled in the center of a red banner, "Senetaz!" A Goblin from the Red Horde had stood forwards, he was holding a crude farming tool in one hand and a rusty, dented megaphone in the other, "Yah'z karruption in follawin' da Krezunt Moon ain' gonna pass no more!" He shouted, there was a rabble of applause from the red side.
As if to counter this, a hooded, thin figure moved from out of the crowd, he bore a scroll taking up both hands and relied on a small Grob to hold a megaphone to his shouting, "Red 'Orde, goez bakk 'ome, yer ugly an' yah makez da streetz look untidy!" There was an applause from the whites as the two armies once again faced eachother down.
"Jeezum!" Snikter, the merchant caught in the middle of this shouted, "Willz ya start aktin' like da Gobboz and rip each uddaz throatz out?" Nobody had realised it, but from among his many pockets Snikter had pulled out a crude blocky pistol, he pointed deep into the Red formation.
"No Master Snikter!" The human shouted, a bang of phospherous clouded the air and two of the Goblins collapsed in a spatter of blood, brain and sinew.
"Kontinyah!" Snikter ordered, there was a pause as the horror sank in before the two began to release crude bullets into a chaotic frenzy which swarmed the dank alley, Snikter emerged from the middle of the pile counting into his hand, "Amazin'!" He yelled, "Fifty Teefz in da firs' few Minnitz!"