#not enough dakka

[nhaneh]

getting past the WH40K Rogue Trader character creator, challenge rating: impossible

kind of thinking maybe officer or operative, maybe criminal lord origin?

[alamuts-lair-of-madness]

Who said Chris isn't Gork and Mork made flesh?

[ask-ghazghkull-da-waagh-prophet]

enough dakka is when every concieveable particle in the universe is either a bullet or a shoota

NAH DATS STILL NOT ENUFF DAKKA, YOO FERGOT DA WARP. BUT ITZ A GUD START, WE'Z MAKE YOU A PROPA SHOOTY GIT YET

[newtypezaku]

Just keep adding cars until we have enough dakka

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

The War of the Mr Beast part 2

“Giving 100 Orks Enough Dakka!!! (Not Clickbait)”

“We Made DA FASTEST Car in the Universe?!? (Gone Wrong)”

“MAKING MY OWN SPESS MARHEENS!!!!!”

This made me feel physically exhausted, just so you know

[darkcloud-kcalifornia]

You know, I can't blame Berry Blossom for trying to find a replacement once Chrome stole her wand in a surprising show of competence. And I can't blame her for wanting some backups.

But I'd never seen the "never enough dakka" principle applied to magical girl wands. Girl got enough wands to put somebody on all of the government watchlists. ...Which now applies to Date Chizuko too, though she was already an "evil general" anyway so probably would have wound up on them sooner or later.

[itsseannotshawnart]

I will give one very minor spoiler for Da Big Dakka that made me smile. Ready?

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That should be enough. There's a trans woman Drukhari in the book and it just makes sense.

[world-of-warhammer]

So the next part of the lore as I understand it for Warhammer is an interesting bit. The Greenskins faction. Comprised of both Orcs and Goblins in both fantasy settings and 40k, Age of Sigmar adds Ogres to the mix as well (but we will touch on them another time when I can stomach it (hehe)) so we'll kick this off with 40k and work our way backwards to Fantasy before a brief touchstone in Age of Sigmar.

Orks are a sapient fungus that upon reaching maturity forms one of several geno/phenotypes of creature. Bipedal, green, of the mindset that the biggest should be in charge and that fighting is the best thing ever. Primarily heard speaking with what has been (colloquially) called a cockney accent the average Ork sentence is mostly apostrophes and charmingly "misspelled" words.

For a quick example in the written word, "'Ey, da' boss said it needz more dakka, add shootaz." Or somesuch similar phrasing.

Orks in 40k are latently psychic. Their mass belief in something manipulates the warp and reality to make it true. The red ones go faster, literally makes a vehicle move quicker. They saw Imperial Guardsmen wearing splotchy colored clothing that made them harder to see (camoflage) and started painting things with mismatched splotchy coloration and thus became harder to see (regardless of color, pattern, or surrounding environment).

Orks being fungible, means they leave spores everywhere and later on more Orks and Goblins will spawn from the spores that take hold.

They have an obsession with Waaagh (War) and desire to fight so much so that infighting is as common as fighting outside armies or forces.

It takes one particularly tough Ork to grow in size and bash heads together to rally the army to use any real form of tactics. Someone who wins personal fights is worthy to lead armies.

Ork gods are Gork and Mork. One cunningly brutal, the other brutally cunning. Kunning in the Ork spelling. It's part of their Kultur (Culture) to only worship those two gods, whose very fists and feet manifest to smite and smash their foes in battle (probably some Orks too, collateral damage isn't something they avoid much.)

Orks can basically eat anything but love meats.

Orks are large, muscular, and their technology works because they believe it will. Strapping more guns to a thing can make an otherwise broken vehicle repaired enough for an Ork to drive it. Their guns and swords look like they're made to be vicious and cut from every angle.

Goblins are smaller and known mostly from being cunning backstabbers, ranged weaponry, or users of magics. Things that lend themselves well to one not able to swing a huge axe or wield a large gun.

If it seems like I'm mostly focusing on 40k, it's because Games Workshop basically took what they had written for 40k and retconned a lot for Warhammer Fantasy. So it's equally applicable regardless of the setting. They just have fewer machines in fantasy.

Tl:Dr Sapient bipedal fungus folk enjoy war, believe things will work so they do, get bigger when winning fights, and just wanna fight and eat.

Age of Sigmar does do a few things differently. As I understand it, GorkaMorka (Gork and Mork as one entity) Was an ally of Sigmar and helped with repelling Chaos to help dawn the new age of mortals; before switching back to the side of destruction.

This covers the bare-bones basics as I understand them. As in every case, please feel free to reblog, reply, or send an ask if you have questions or if I was inaccurate. Next time I talk about what I like, dislike, and would do differently.

[voices-of-favor]

As if two las-cannons weren't enough, heres one more heavy bolter

"She weighs one hundred fifty kilograms and fires two thousand Aquila, custom-tooled reclusiam cartridges at eight hundred rounds per minute."

"It costs four hundred thousand Aquilas to fire this weapon... for twelve seconds." ~ Battle brother Graven Telumus

Let us show the orks some real DAKKA

[howlingday]

Oh we're doing Mentor Summons now? I will put forth the ALMIGHTY GHAZGHKULL MAG URUK THRAKA AND HE SPEAKS WITH THE WORDS OF THE GODS!

*I'll leave it up to you who gets him.*

"It needs more red."

"The shoota is yellow, but the dakka is red!" Yang defended as she sat in her room.

Her mentor, summoned from her mother's black book, could barely fit in her room with his massive frame overtaking the floor. His feet bent in unnatural ways for an Ork, but he just imagined his legs were fighting against his bones. Since his arrival, Yang had working hard to make herself strong enough to protect her sister from any Grimm that lurked in the woods outside. And since meeting the little humie, Ghazghkull had taken a shine to the little yellow spawn. Reminded him of a Squigg who still didn't know how big a Grott was, let alone how big an Ork was.

"Whuh about purple?" He belched a chuckle. "Yous gonna put purple in it somewhere?"

"Maybe." Yang smiled as she painted black stripes on her shot-gauntlet design. "I like purple."

"Yeh..." Ghazghkull scratched some mold off his chin as he grinned his big, toothy grin. "Me, too."

[faecatastrophe]

Crafted twin grakatas for funsies and... They are actually so good. I love them. Still a bit slow tho - if you aren't shooting your whole magazine all at once are you even shooting? Need to use forma so I have enough space for gunslinger.

I subscribe to Clem theory of warfare. More dakka.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

I know relatively little about warhammer - I'm far from a Lore-Nerd on it, but I think I can have a surface level conversation about it.

But I can't get this Idea out of my head, and I don't know how well it fits into the GrimDark setting of Warhammer 40k

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Kriegsmen have Hollow eyes, for it all they need to see to their duty - Die for The Emperor - at least, that is what some claim.

It would make sense - they are born to die, and they do it well.

At least, they usually are.

The base had been overrun with Orks, the greenskin having felled most others here.

The Krieger shuffled about, taking piece from broken vehicles and hurriedly riveting them together, pulling their mask off and using it's hose to finish their makeshift weapon - a Jury-rigged flamer.

The Orks closed in, chortling and laughing, slinging lead and insults, jeers and blades.

"Emperor I plead for your mercy ..."

One Ork entered the wrecked garage, spotting the small Human.

They were hardly an adult - not that the Ork knew, it was just an 'Umie to it - Pale, sallowed skin with yellowed teeth, and eye that were sunken in.

" ... For I'm not Dying Here."

Then Fire came. It roared, burning so bright the beige clothes of the Krieger seemed bleached to pure white, reflected in Full, Vicious eyes that refused death.

In seconds the Ork was immolated.

In Minutes, word spread of the Ash-Black 'uman with the Whitest of Fires spoutin' from their Dakka.

In hours, even long after the Krieger should have run out of Fuel, the fire raged on - The toughest, Deadliest human any Ork in the area saw, and they each knew every death fueled the Flamer just enough to kill another two.

In a day Orks flung themselves at the Krieger who Couldn't Die, swift from the Blood on their coat, Too tough to die from Dakka, and with Dakka of their own too white to survive, each one hoping to be the one to win such a fight - None could.

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So how'd I do? This any good? It's kind of an abrupt end, but I genuinely don't know where to go from there. Won't the Kriegsman get a name for doing something of this scale, or does it need to be bigger?

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Agitation 3.7 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

Grue was already out of his vehicle and halfway to us by the time Tattletale and I had shut the doors of the van.  He was using his power at a low degree over the entirety of his body.  The darkness soaked into and through the porous leather of his costume, making him look like a living shadow.  Brian had showed me how the visor had vents at the edges, to direct the effect of his power around the sides and top of his head, so it wouldn’t obscure the face.  It wasn’t that he couldn’t see through the effects of his own power – he could.  He’d explained that the vents were there to create an effect where you could see glimpses of a black-painted skull floating in the vaguely human shaped form of even darker black.  When he had the money to spend, he had told me, he was going to get a more complete costume custom made for him in the same way, to expand on the effect.

I read a fic where Grue was describe as suffering from 'FYGEP' - Fuck You Get An Evil Power' (i.e. he got a power that's just... really hard, optically, to use as a hero even if he was so inclined) and... yeah, he's playing that card hard here.

“Got enough?” his voice echoed.  I thought maybe I caught a touch of humor in his tone, behind the influence of his power.

Two things you can never have enough of: Dakka (If you're an Ork) and Bugs (If you're Skitter)

These weren’t just the bugs I could draw in at a moment’s notice, though.  Traveling the city had given me the chance to be picky.  These were the good ones, each of them fast enough to keep up with me, or capable of being carried by those that were.  More than that, though, the majority of them were either durable sorts like the larger centipedes, cockroaches and beetles, or capable of stinging and biting, with bees, wasps, ants and blackflies making up their bulk.  To round out their number, I’d gathered moths, houseflies, and mosquitoes, who weren’t the best attack bugs out there, but were easy enough to get, and served to distract the enemy or bulk out the swarm. There were three hundred and fifty cubic feet inside the rear of the van. Tattletale had told me that.  When they were packed in just tight enough that they wouldn’t damage each other or spill past the barrier and into the front seats, it added up to a pretty amazing amount of insects.  I called them out of the van and watched as their mass seemed to expand as they spread out.

Gyah! Just reading all that is making me twitch.

Her costume was skintight, beaded with droplets of water

And I'm sure that does nothing for you. :rofl: (Jk, technically, but also the council has made a stupid-ass decision meme and all. Canonically straight or not, no Taylor is not)

He still wore the hard white mask with the silver coronet, but he had shown me how the interior of the mask had foam shaped to the contours of his face, with only his mouth left free, so he could talk without being muffled.  In a similar vein, the loose white shirt he wore covered up a mesh vest that was molded to the shape of his body.  He was idly twirling a scepter in his fingers.  The scepter wasn’t purely thematic – apparently the crowned orb that topped the scepter had two electrodes built into the tines, for the taser that was built into it.  It was all about misdirection, misleading and giving the impression of vulnerability.

Of all the costumes, this one sounds the most visually interesting. Definitely would love to see a life action interpretation.

To do that, you punch in the regular code, 3-7-1, but you hold the one down, then press the number sign and the asterisk keys down at the same time… Voila.  Try it.” Grue pulled on the door.  We waited in tense silence for a moment for the angry blare of the alarm, but none came.  Tattletale grinned at us. “What’d I tell you?”

That has got to get old fast.

Muscle and bone showed beneath, and the arrangement of said anatomy wasn’t exactly typical.  The change was slow enough that you couldn’t see it if you were looking for it, but if you looked away and looked back a moment later, you could tell they were bigger, that bone at the shoulder was longer, the eyes were deeper set, and so on.  Spikes, spurs and an exoskeleton of bone growths had appeared to fill or cover gaps and grow in at places where the bone was already close to the skin.  The tail of the smallest dog – Angelica, I think Rachel called it – was twice as long as normal and prehensile, now, and the other two were well on their way.  It looked like someone had torn out a pair of human spines, the meat still hanging off them, and attached them one to the other before tacking the end to the dog’s hindquarters.

Kill them! Kill them with Fire!

(Have I mentioned I'm afraid of/hate dogs?)

would be making a call to 911 and reporting a crime in progress by costumed criminals. 

I guess the fear of Cape interference would encourage normal criminals to not wear elaborate costumes to protect their identities during robberies.

In the next room, Regent grabbed another hostage.  I caught a glance of the man, graying hair and thick around the middle with a pink dress shirt and no jacket, staring at us with eyes wide.  He opened his mouth, I think his intent was to cry for help, but broke down into coughs and sputters instead.  A second later, he keeled over and collapsed onto the floor.  He tried to climb to his feet, but his elbow buckled and he hit the ground a second time.  While he continued to struggle, Regent strode into the room with an almost lazy air, grabbed him by the collar and shoved him towards the hallway where we stood.  Defeated, Pink-shirt didn’t resist, half-walking, half-crawling forward as he joined us.  He met eyes with the other employee, but didn’t say anything.

Pretty terrifying power when you think about it.

I closed my eyes.  With a mental command, my bugs flooded into the room from the hallway behind us, flying and crawling over, under and around us to spread through the room.  I noted each person in the lobby as my bugs made contact with them, and left several bugs crawling on each individual.  I took five seconds to double check I’d gotten everyone, and belatedly remembered the two employees we had brought forward from the back offices.  A group of bugs returned from the darkness, brushing my skin on their way to make contact with the pair.

Gyyyyyah!

“Fifteen minutes,” I called out to the room, my heart in my throat, “We won’t be here any longer than that.  Stay put, stay quiet, we’ll be gone before fifteen minutes are up.  You’ll be free to give your statement to the police and then go about your day as usual.  This isn’t a TV show, this isn’t a movie.  If you’re thinking about being a hero, don’t.  You’ll only get yourself or someone else hurt.” I held up my hand, finger outstretched, a familiar spider perched on the tip, “If you are thinking about running, making a phone call or getting in our way, this is a good reason to reconsider.  This little creature and her one hundred sisters that I just brought into this room are under my complete control.”  I had the spider drop from my fingertip, dangling by a thread, by way of demonstration. “She’s a black widow spider.  A single bite has been known to kill a full grown human, or put them into a coma.  You move, talk, try to find or kill the spiders I just put on your bodies, in your clothes, in your hair?  I’ll know in split second, and I’ll tell them to bite you several times.”

That slope is looking preeeetty slippery, innit Taylor?

But also, a pretty effective speech. Did she practice this one ahead of time?

 A teenager with freckles and brown curls was glaring at me with raw loathing in her eyes. 

AMY! Babygirl! You're here! Don't worry, this won't go down as the worst day of your life for more than a few months!

What a great way for the members of a ship I like most to meet! (Not sarcastic, I love hate at first sight as the start for a ship :P )

My taking hostages like this?  It had been my idea, so help me.  As horrible as it was, it had been necessary.  The worst case scenario was some regular schmuck in the bank pulling some stunt and getting themselves or others hurt or killed.  I couldn’t let that happen, if I was in a position to help it.  If it meant keeping them quiet and out of the way, I was willing to terrorize them. As I saw the effect I’d had on these people, that justification felt really thin. I was going to hell for this.

Oh, you're not going to hell for this Taylor. You'll have a lot more and better reasons to go to hell by the time Contessa shoots you in the head and tosses you into Earth Aelph.

But as usual, the rationalizations continue, and I just love each one.

[shabbytigers]

book for the next six weeks arrived, along with secret weapon grammar companion nobody tells you about

there is also an app nobody tells you about with all of the listening recordings to replay at home! i may need to set up some kind of incentive bc listening is such hell. but there’s a real test at the end of A2.2, so the incentive of last resort, terror, will kick in at some point.

tbh with 3 4h afternoons a week we could go faster? there’s like 7 real language lessons per volume 😩 this said, live teaching is wildly helpful and this class is ten minutes’ walk away and €235 for the whole 72 hours, which would buy me one seventh of private tuition or like 4 sessions of tutoring. it doubles as the integration course mandatory for most incomers (you can get it for free but there’s a long ass wait) and i’m conditioned by the US to expect government cheese to be abysmal, but it’s a decent language course. and maybe throwing enough hours at it will eventually help me with the wretched speaking part. ‘more dakka,’ etc.

[doctor-candy-bonez]

Been a while since I posted some art but here we go! Behold the Cataclysm battle suit! I would say this almost enough dakka (keyword almost)

This was made when I was thinking about power rangers and the farsight enclaves as one does, so I decided l would make a super beeg combo of the eights mech suits like some sort of epic tau megazord.

[kaxen]

COMBAT LOGS DONE, ON TO S-RANKING, POSSIBLY AGAINST MY BETTER JUDGEMENT ((HEAD EMPTY, JUST WANT TO BE COOL FOR HANDLER WALTER))

Took me a smidge over 10 hours to do Fires of Raven all over again.

Though it would have been faster if I wasn't scuttling around for combat logs... I fucked up a few missions rushing around for combat logs. I can kill Ayre with Mr. Scuttles now, but I still can't kill CEL-240 with the build of my choice. I don't understand how to kill it without Quad Gats and Tank Treads and I have no idea how I will S-rank that damn mission... I was dreading the hell out of Prisoner Rescue, but I got the combat long and an A on it, so I think I an probably S-rank it if I am a little less sloppy and/or re-memorize where the stupid crap spawns. Protecting the Xylem still pissed me off. The only mission I had to redo twice from fuckin' up this run and for non-combat log reasons.

Walter's last message still makes me so fuckin' sad….

The biggest problem with running Walter's build is that I have not for even 1 second considered ever using a shield. SHIELD?! SHIELD?! WHY PICK SHIELD WHEN MORE DAKKA IS ON THE TABLE?!

The only thing stopping me from quad gats all the time is that it's not ideal for S-ranking and I will hurt my hands with a repetitive strain injury death-gripping my controller

I assume I will grind enough cash to buy all weapons while trying to S-rank. The only achievements I haven't gotten yet are S-ranking, owning all weapons, owning all parts, and all achievements achievement.

........I have never in my life felt compelled to 100% achievements a game.......