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>>14333133 We didn't really care. We knew, but it was funnier if we did it through pure narration rather than rolling.
Also, Benny Hill, yew git.
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Err. actually wait, dere was a bit more.
> As we're eating, Ork looks over to the sharpshooter, "Wot were we runnin around fer again? Oy ferget." > Mr. Radcliffe looks anxious for a moment, "Err... We were chasing your pet squig." > "No. No, oy wuz chasin' yew cuz yew shot me in da face, YA ONE EYED GIT." > Mr. Radcliffe immediately stands to start running away. > "Ahh sit yer arse down. Oy dun give arf a frag about it anymore." > We eat again. A minute of awkward silence. > "Yew know." Oy sez as oy chew me squig sammich, "Oy get ta tell yew from 'ere on out dat yew shoot like an ork. An I know yew 'umies, wot wif yer fancy dakka an fings moight take dat fer an insult..." > Sharpshooter's player looks at me, he is clearly insulted, I continue with a grin. > MFW I say, "But we kin fix dat wif moar dakka on yer shoota an yewd be shooty proper, eh? Hur hur!" > Our Rogue Trader says, "You have been simultaneously insulted and complimented by an ork! Haha!" > Sharpshooter's player is confused, "...I have. I... I don't... know how to react to that." |