Where would you want it to be set? What factions would make a (re)apperance? What kinds of weapons would you want in? What sorts of enemies would you like to face? Would you like the dialogue system…Continue
Welcome, Tenno, to the Warframe Hub. For those of my fellow players of this fast paced, cyberninja MMORPG-ish game, here is where we can discuss really anything about this game. After almost a year,…Continue
Well, since I have discovered that quite a few people, such as myself, Tom Mr. Edd, ShyGuyWolf, Karver the Lorc (I think), and I believe Boro, are fans of Games Workshop´s long running tabletop…Continue
The rest of the clan had come out of their huts to witness Angron leaving for his Trials. The Trials were both a reverent cerenmony to the Undivided, but also a coming of age for a young Uruk. All of them had painted the symbol of the Undivided onto their muscular chests. The red and dark purple paint, created from the blood of slain animals, and wild berries, shone brightly against their dark green, almost obsidian, skin. As the young Uruk passed, the tribe began to beat…Continue
The smell of burning homes and blood filled the Uruk´s nose, causing him to wrinkle it in slight disgust. His eyes opened, as he stood up. Staggering over to a small pool of rainwater, he gazed upon himself. Gone were the enhanced musculature and height of his skin. Gone were the blackened teeth and blood red irises. He resembled more your atypical Orc than their Uruk brethren.
He glanced around, and his eyes widened. Around him, Orcs were…Continue
Time and Space have been utterly shattered. When the dreaded Nine Hundred and Eleven Cows of the Tal0sian 0-VR Sol class ship rained iron flames upon Nirn, the land began to die. Cracks in the Dreamsleeve rumbled through the unbidden consciousness of the Aurbis, as the AkaTush reared forth from the birthing soul known as Sithis. The AkaTush farted out destruction and the cosmic inverse of causality, coating the Nirnian continent in a foul, sickly pale odor.
A little over two centuries have passed, since a Pipbuck technician by the name of Littlepip left her Stable. It is thanks to her that the Equestrian Wasteland, while not completely healed, has begun to return to some semblance of Pre-War glory. Already, a fair amount of the blasted, irradiated soil has been coated in fresh, if somewhat discolored, grass. Even after all this time, we still thank the sacrifice she, and those of her merry band of friends, took so that the…Continue