Aha!! Feel the wrath of my terror!! I play the great and fearsome green skin! Hordes of ORKS!! (Warhammer40k) Panic rise up the air among my opponents, big or small(or bigger... since they're all guys) as I enter the atmosphere accompanied by my brawny green skin. Hiss and smirks can be heard by the once defeated opponents as they gather up their armies and allies for a revenge against the unbeatable horde I possess... As to their dismay, my fiendish brutes pay no fear,the unquenchable thirst for fightin' and the hideous acts of violence
is what appeal the orks, it is what they are made for, it is their
fate, their destiny!
Waves after waves of battle the orks have fought, none survives
to tell the tale (players are exempted) of how incredible were
their own defeat! My brutal aliens plague their minds with unspeakable
terror, a sight that only few would forget! Of how the Orks disembowel
its foe with stompin' crackin' technology! Primitive but deadly!! Their robust
technology, engineered by pure instinct, that no other puny races
could ever fathom or understand, wreck the galaxy with so much distraught!
The carnage and mayhem caused earned their empress a great repute!
A name so scarce, so terrifying, that many trembles by the mere thought
of it...And none so ever dare repeat it twice! (no Adrian, it's not ork lady)
How the crowd gasp in horror as I once again slay down another opponent!
The Tyranids... No brainer bugs...
Triumphantly, I left the arena, promising those who seek revenge that I will
return to once strengthen my victorious throne...