the warp has turned you into a Gnobrator.
Anonymous
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you must fight the loyalists with your fellow Gnobrators.
>>3070045 >>3070077 I remember your thread several months ago.
The idea was bad and you should feel bad.
Anonymous
... I'd fuck one. Assuming they come in female versions with boobs.
Anonymous
>>3070083 I thought those were girls. Although they appear to lack genitalia so idk.
Major Maxillary !!eorO1kqUwyR
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>>3070083 most are female. and they'd appreciate your advances.
they breed at every opportunity because their mortality rate is sky high.
>>3070079 I agree, but the race has stuck with me and they are now my fap material race.
one of my hobbies is to make up aliens and monsters and shit.
Anonymous
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Your race is bad and you should feel bad.
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The legs are pretty cool I guess
Major Maxillary !!eorO1kqUwyR
>>3070106 males and females are almost identical.
the breasts serve only as a fat storage.
they lay eggs and do not nurse.
Anonymous
>>3070139 If they've got boobs, I'd hit them. I do liek my monstery girls, but they need to have some boobs of 'em.
Salamanders Fanboi !!SfcNybQ5gYq
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This was never good.
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... you know. I'm a bit put off by all this relentless whoring of what is, at its core, a poorly executed idea fueled by your own fetishes, Maxillary. I mean, really. Do you honestly expect anyone else to be as interested in this project as you? It's like a thinly veiled attempt to get some poor unwitting drawfag to draw you more fap material.
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>>3070160 they have bigger boobs before a long patrol as they prefer to gorge themselves so they won't have to dig into their provisions for a few weeks.
so males will have a spare tire, and females will have DDD cups and dat ass.
males and females are segregated due to the fact that when together they fuck uncontrollably.
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>I'm a bit put off by all this relentless whoring of what is, at its core, a poorly executed idea fueled by your own fetishes, Maxillary. okay.>Do you honestly expect anyone else to be as interested in this project as you? of course not, don't be rediculous.>It's like a thinly veiled attempt to get some poor unwitting drawfag to draw you more fap material. I object to your use of "thinly veiled attempt" as that implies it was veiled at all.
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>>3070198 >I object to your use of "thinly veiled attempt" as that implies it was veiled at all. i lol'd
Anonymous
So are these space harpies or something?
Anonymous
>>3070198 . . .
Fine, but at least come up with some writefaggotry that could actually generate real interest, instead of using the same TWO images and providing the same TIRED description. I bet you have it set to auto copypasta now.
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>>3070220 worse; they're abhuman guardsmen that fuck everything in sight.
Major Maxillary !!eorO1kqUwyR
>>3070224 I was working on a Rebels of the golden throne codex, but then lost interest on that.
but your complaint is valid; I will endeavor to writefag up some Gnobrators as my story involving the guard mess regiment is fucking awful.
as per the same two images they are the only two images even remotely related to them aside from this.
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>>3070261 >your image OH SHIT
THE FUCKING HORROR
Normally those things are not bad in and of themselves, but...
It is so...
BLATANT
YOU FETISHIST SHIT
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>>3070261 >>3070280 Why do I want to fuck it?
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This is what crazy looks like, people. This is what the military DOES to you.
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>>3070261 So close. The huge, prehensile clit and body hair ruined it for me.
Which is a shame, since everything else is shit-hot.
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>>3070261 notsureifwant.jpg
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Trooper Keman tore down the narrow streets as fast as the Mountain goat could go, she needed to get to the Colonel, as soon as possible in order to relay a message. It wasn’t anything that couldn’t be sent over the vox, except that vox communications were being jammed. She was carrying nothing but her R7 autorifle, five magazines of ammunition, half a packteen of water, and a notepad with a hastily scribbled, barely legible message on the front page; WE ARE HOLDING SQUARE. HEAVY CASUALTIES. NEED AMMO, WATER, FOOD, MEN, AND TANKS!!! AND AMMO. ROCKETS AND 20MM.
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oh shoot, I'm sorry. That's something entirely different that I sent to dimitys one time for the lulz. this is what i meant to post. this is what I used as the template for who i only call grizzled sergeant.
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>>3070422 That wasn't really all that inspiring.
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The whole invasion was just one problem after another. First ground based orbital artillery took out the heavy ships in orbit, including the Scipio. After the second wave took out the Artillery and allowed the ships to land, the defenders, a race of hoofed bastards designated the “Satyr,” immediately seized the initiative from the Marines. conducting magnificent guerilla raids and ambushes, setting up all kinds of traps from antitank mines specially rigged to go off when surrounded by a squad of infantry, to massive tiger pits big enough to trap a Basilisk. The whole Platoon was counting on Keman. The defenders were hitting everyone hard, but they seemed to be striking 5 Company like the fist of an angry God. Probably because the twisted shrine of their God was at the center of fourth Platoon’s camp. It was intended to rob the city’s defenders of their will to fight, but it wound up only pissing them off. Trooper Keman turned a corner, and slammed right over a roadblock. If it weren’t for her rebreather mask her face would have probably be ground off by the coarse pavement. The Mountain Goat was still running, though on the other side of the roadblock. Keman was a vox operator. She was responsible for the maintenance of the company vox caster. She didn’t even know how to ride a motorcycle until a day ago. The bike wasn’t even property of the Plebian contingient of the crusade; It was a Galatin scout cycle that they pulled out of a crashed shuttle. But such is necessity, she was the only one in the forty-five man platoon who wasn’t absolutely required or dead. She needed to get that message to the Colonel.
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Trooper Keman climbed over the mound of furniture and rope and had began to pull her commandeered mount over the pile when it fell on her; she had seen no sign of the Satyr since she left the square, not a mother shepherding her children to safety, not a lost toy, not a dead soldier, nothing until she hit this roadblock. This realization hit her about the same time as the large sack of iron pellets that the satyr troops lying in wait threw on her from above. It hit her like, well, like a sack of iron pellets. Trooper Keman had just enough time to roll the sack off herself and throw up her rifle before the horned bastards began firing at her. Feeling absolutely exposed on top of that pile of flimsy wooden furniture in the middle of the street, Keman charged to the nearest door and without stopping kicked it in. Inside that small house Keman immediately encountered five satyr soldiers, having no other option she charged in firing. She killed two with hastily placed shots and dealt with the remaining three by breaking their skulls open with the butt of her rifle. Keman knew she wasn’t going to get out of this by running. She took out his bayonet and fixed it into place on her autorifle before charging upstairs.
Major Maxillary !!eorO1kqUwyR
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Before her head even poked up over the second floor bullets started tearing through the ceiling, one actually caught her dead center forehead, cracking her faceplate. Knowing she wasn’t going to survive another assault like that, she just tossed her last grenade into the room in the general direction of the shots fired. After some unintelligible, guttural shouting and the loud “thud” Keman again charged up the stairs to find just one Satyr, still alive, but quivering in a fetal position and clutching it’s ears. Keman could see blood trickling out from between the poor thing’s fingers. Having no way of securing a prisoner, she shot the wounded creature in the head, finishing it off, before turning her attention to the rest of the ambushing Satyr troops. She kneeled next to one of the two windows in the spacious bedroom and quickly poked her head out to see what was going on. Keman was greeted by a hail of bullets in her direction, and after throwing herself on the floor she remembered that wooden walls are not cover. Knowing she couldn’t just lie there while her Platoon was in serious danger, Keman crouched up, and put one round through the head of every Satyr she saw. She had fired the last round in her magazine when she heard the sound of hooves racing into the house and up the stairs. She didn’t have time to reload, and as she turned and charged to meet her attackers, she thought to herself “So this is how I die.”
Anonymous
>>3070447 What, were you daring Dmitrys to get over his personal revulsion concerning pubic hair?
Major Maxillary !!eorO1kqUwyR
>>3070467 no, I was just fucking with him.
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>>3070469 That's kind of easy to do, though, isn't it?
Just call him a closet homo. Or say something about furries. He used to be defensive about putting dicks on his women.
Major Maxillary !!eorO1kqUwyR
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The first Satyr soldier to poke his head up through the stairwell found trooper Keman’s bayonet waiting for him. The eight inch blade slid effortlessly into his eye socket, penetrating it’s full length. With little effort Keman pulled the unfortunate being up into the room and the Satyr soldier curled up on the floor, clutching his now empty eye socket and screaming guttural profanities. Without missing a beat Keman turned her Bayonet on the next ten satyr to charge up the stairs. Skewering one after the other. One in the neck, one in the chest, three in the face, and so on. Then the bastards stopped acting like idiots and started shooting up through the ceiling, prompting Keman to charge down the stairs and engage the mob of Satyr.
Major Maxillary !!eorO1kqUwyR
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They may have had the numbers, but Private Keman Rukhil Spechaus was not about to let her corpse be found without a purple-stained rifle. She charged into the group of twenty something, stabbing, clubbing, punching and kicking. At one point Keman threw her rifle across the throat of one Satyr, backed into a corner, and repeatedly slammed her knee into the man’s back while using him as a shield. Eventually she broke the Satyr’s throat and allowed his writhing form to slump to the floor before turning on the rest. When all was said and done, Stevens stood amidst a pile of bodies, covered in purple blood. After taking a few moments to catch her breath, Keman shouted to anyone who could hear her, living or dead “EH AM SARVANT OF THAY EMPERAH!” before collapsing as the adrenaline wore off. With all the grace of a salvar running out of stims Keman shuffled herself into a corner where she could cover the door while placing a fresh magazine into her rifle. Granted, Keman couldn’t even lift heris rifle at this point, let alone fire it with any accuracy, but she didn’t want to be caught with an empty gun. Keman wanted nothing more than to get to Regimental HQ to deliver the message, but she conceded the point that her body needed time to recharge.
Major Maxillary !!eorO1kqUwyR
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By the time Keman arrived at the burnt-out cafe that served as the regimental HQ it was already night. she dismounted the scout cycle and limped into the building. one of the security detail regarded her with extreme distatse; being an abhuman contingient assigned to a mostly human guard regiment was never likely to turn out good for the abhumans. Keman summoned up her best gothic and addressed the guardsman; "ey im mezzager fur dai knobrater kompahnie, ey haf an mezzage frahm my commandrer fahr dai Kernal" The trooper stared at her for a moment, not quite sure what it was she said. finally he turned his head, calling over his shoulder; "Aye, Ferris! Wot's this 'ere mutant noisin' aboot?" "Wot? Ah kent 'ere ya offer this blatherin' machine!" "Ah noise'd, wot's this 'ere mutant noisin' aboot?" "Ow shud ah know! Ah's nut oot frant, is ah?" Keman finally made another attemt to break the language barrier; she helt up the notepad, "Aye! noot!" she thrust her clawed finger at the scribbled message, "fur! kommandere!" and then thrust the same digit towards the colonel who just stepped out of the latrine.
Anonymous
suddenly something I dislike more then sergals. GOOD JOB!
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"Och, wha dinnae ya noise t'sooner?, the trooper replied. "Eh deed." Keman declare. "Aye, 'teffer, g'wan an' git on it, yet." Keman Marched over to the colonel, a , scarred, barrel chested giant of a man name Hearth; she assumed the best facsimile of attention as her anatomy would allow and awaited the Colonel to finish his discussion with his council. "-It's a dahmned fool thin to do, sire! mah men ken take this mob nae a worry! to redeploy tha prancers frahm tha square would jess embolden the cloppers!" "I've med my decision, Mager. mutans er nut we kent waste 'em protectin' silly idols. the charges is already on thae way. an' yer possition will be reinforced by the prancers." okay, you know what? fuck it. ITT shit characters you hate
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>>3070635 I feel I've accomplished something today.
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