AWRIGHT YA GROTS, WE'Z MESSED UP YESTURDAY, SO LET'S MAKE IT EXTRA-SPESHUL GOOD TODAY!

AWRIGHT YA GROTS, WE'Z MESSED UP YESTURDAY, SO LET'S MAKE IT EXTRA-SPESHUL GOOD TODAY!

>ON DA FIRST DAY 'O WAAAGH-MAS, ME MEKBOY SENT TER ME...

A WARTRUK FULL 'O GOOD DAKKA!

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TWO SMOKY ROASTED PANZIES!

THREE FACE RIPPA SQUIGIES!

FOUR BEAKY 'UMIES

FIVE SPARKLY SHINIES!

SIX GROTS A'RUNNIN!

SEVEN GRIBBLIES BEIN' STOMPED!

EIGHT NOBZ A'KRUMPIN'!

NINE WEIRD-BOYS SHOUTIN'

TEN DED KILLY STOMPAS!

ELEVEN KILLA KANS CHOPPIN'

ELEVEN BANNA WAVAS!

TWELVE BOYZ REALLY FIRED UP!

THIRTEEN A IN DA WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

WAT DA-

WE'Z WAS MEANT TA GO TO DA SECOND DAY 'O WAAAGH-MAS, YA GITZ!

YOU'Z GONNA DO IT ROIGHT, OR YOU'Z ALL GETTIN' KRUMPED!

On the second day on Sanguinala my Primarch gave to me.

Two stoic pauldrons
AND A WARTRUK FULL 'O GOOD DAKKA!

WAAAAGH!
YOU'Z NOT AN ORK!

>Krump

BOSS, R we sposta do it all or' again? Do we use the same word-gubbinz as before or new'uns?

NEW GUBBINZ YA GROT!

As a hive mind I hiss in laughter
>loving this

Fucking greenskins can't do anything right!

worthless biomass

CAN'T YOUZ SEE WE'Z CELEBRATIN' WAAAGH-MAS 'ERE?!

NOICE DUB-GUBBINZ, NOW GEDDAUT!

'LESS YOUZ TWO, UH, WANNA SING DA TWELVE DAYZ 'O WAAAGH-MAS WIF US?

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>Unintelligible Christmas caroling

Dashing Through the Snow,
With a krak grenade in hand
Charging Defilers...
Cuz we don't have a plan!

The Light of our lasguns,
give most xenos a tan!
so run them over in a tank
Chimera party van!

OOOOOOH!

Plasma's Hot! Guide My Shot,
Oh great Emperor!
cuz' its the only thing we've got
to kill that terminator!

Plasma's Hot! Guide My shot,
Mighty Emperor!
Cuz' I'mma turn them killakans
into smoking craters!

The Tau can hit a barn,
With everything but fists.
Get into melee,
And they're bound to miss!

Sneaky Genestealers:
They try to steal our shit!
But our Executioners
are having none of it!

OOOOOOH!

Plasma's Hot! Guide My Shot,
Oh great Emperor!
The zealotry of conscripts,
is so divinely inspired!

Plasma's Hot! Guide My shot,
Mighty Emperor!
We'll bury all our foes
with our overwhelming fire!

MERY CHRISTMAS EVERY ONE
(Angry yelling as kharn throws presents at people)

PRAISE SAINT NURGLE. ACCEPT HIS PRESENTS

On da twelf day of Orkmass me Warboss gave to me

Twelve Boyz a Waaaghin'
Eleven Lootas lootin
Ten Nobz a bashin'
Nine Kommandos sneakin'
Eight Meks a fixin'
Seven Stormboyz stormin'
Six Grotz a thievin'
Five Stolen Fings
Four Killa Kanz
Three Flash Gitz
Two Burna Boyz
And a shoota taken from a humie!

DECK THA TRUKK WIT SKULLS O' HUMIES,
FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA WAAAGH!
TIS' THA SEASON TO BE SHOOTY,
FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA WAAAGH!

ROLL THA GROTZ IN 'SPLODY BARRELS,
FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA WAAAGH!
DON WE ORKS OUR FLASH APPARELS,
FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA WAAAGH!

SEE THA BLAZIN' ROK ABOVE US,
FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA WAAAGH!
STRIKE THE ELDAR WIT OUR CHOPPAS,
FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA WAAAGH!

LEAD THA BOYZ IN GOOD OL' BATTLE,
FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA WAAAGH!
KICK THA TAU IN PURETIDE'S NETHERS,
FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA WAAAGH!

BLAST AWAY FOR GORK, TANKBUSTAS!
FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA WAAAGH!
LOOT DEM TEEF FOR MORK, FREEBOOTAS!
FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA WAAAGH!

SHOUT WE BAD MOONZ, ALL TOGEVAH!
FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA WAAAGH!
SHOOT AN' CHOP FOR EVAH AN' EVAH!
FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA WAAAAAAGH!!!

On the 12th day of Sanguilia, my primarch gave to meeeee:

12 Sisters Burning
11 Leman Russes
10 Sneaky Beakys
9 Black Bastards
8 Assault bikes
7 Iron Hands
6 Unforgiven
5 CODEXES
4 Imperial Bastions
3 Space Puppies
2 Angel wings

And a Emperor to rule the galaxy!

I had an idea earlier and this seems an appropriate thread.

An Ork Kommando named Grincher who lives by himself on the peak of Mount Krumpit.
He lives near a town of Whomies in the town of Whomieville.
Every year the Whomies throw their favorite celebration Emperor's Day, and Grincher hates it, because the Whomies make too much noise and exchange gubbins to make themselves feel all toasty inside.
This year, Grincher has had enough.
This year, he's gonna stop Emperor's Day from coming.

All I see in my head is that ugly ass sled the grinch made, except its covered in guns and gubbinz with a rokkit engine on the back, and his pet squig desperately hanging on for dear life.

>3 Space Puppies
my favorite

++ACKNOWLEDGED++
++CHRISTMAS PROTOCOLS ENGAGING++
++HOLIDAYCHEER.EXE HAS BEGAN++
++WARNING++
++HOLIDAYCHEER.EXE HAS STOPPED++
++AUXILIARY PROTOCOL ENGAGED++
++KILLTHEREDONE.EXE HAS BEGUN++
++PROCESSING++
++PROCESS COMPLETED++
++AWAITING FURTHER INPUT++

Damnit, I want to read full story written like dis now!

Grincher realises how fun it is to gift shootas and explosives to `oomies, malfunctioning-explode-in-your-gob kinda ones

"And what happened, then? Well, lone survivor from Whomieville say – that the Grincher’s small figure grew three sizes that day."

But Zagstruk, eez Waaghmas spirit time! On dese dayz "krump" stands for the sound your boot makes when you stomp da snow, see?

I'Z 'AD ENUFF! WAAAGH-MAS IZ MEANT TER BE 'BOUT DA ORKSES! NOT 'UMIE GITZ OR METAL BOYZ OR SPIKY CHAOS BOYZ!

AN' NONE 'O YOUZ IS EVEN SINGIN' DA TWELVE DAYS 'O WAAAGH-MAS!

>mfw I typed this out two years ago around this time when Veeky Forums and tabletop escapism was the only thing keeping me alive while I was borderline homeless, living in my great grandma's apartment
>mfw I see this thread now, in my own home, and nostalgically dig through my old screencaps to repost
>mfw someone else shared something I made