So since everyone else has covered most of the things I would have mentioned in any review. I decided to outsource my reviews to a couple of the news anchors from the Farqueeker Underground Radio. Gitstompa the sports reporter and Ikkit Snowscoop Weather-rat and pilot of the station's warpcopter. Gitstompa: Gitstompa 'ere and wiv me today iz Ikkit Snowscoop. Ikkit: Why-why did I agree to do this? Gitstompa: So wez readin sum lit-reach-'er...Oh zog, dis iz werdz...'ow many teef iz we gettin paid ta do dis? Ikkit: It scent-reads here that if we don-don't do it we'll get-get demoted. It took-took me a long-long time to murder-stab to ratguy in the sky-sky... Gitstompa: ...Alrite I don wunna be da mic crew again so letz do dis fing... Story One: Gitstompa: Hurhur corse dem beardies got krumped gud! Ikkit: Those dwarf-things clear-clearly had their advantage take-taken away by those winged elf-things. It’s funny-strange how the lizard-things didn’t have some kind of translator so the Dwarf-things could understand them? I sent mean even fool-things like Gitstompa here can understand some-some kind of basic signals. Gitstompa: Yoo wot? Ikkit: Well may-maybe not Gitstompa. In any-any case I scent-liked how this story-thing was set out, diary-things are good-great for getting a glimpse-thing into the mind-meat. The alliance-thing was interesting too. Gitstompa: I liked all da krumpin speshalli on da stunties. Story Two: Gitstompa: Flowers?! Wot da zog? Dis iz rite pansie like dem elves. Ikkit: I’m not-not sure I scurry-followed this one. Normally hurt-maimed Skaven are quickly eat-slain or scent-find another way to be better. Let-letting this scale-thing survive is a drain on resources. Gitstompa: Bet ‘e culd still beat yoo in a fite. I mean dey iz growing fings dat dey can eat, I guess dat iz sumfing dat wun arm can do. I’d ‘ave ripped off da arm from another git and got a dok ta stitch it where me old wun woz. But dese boyz ain’t green so iz unnerstanable. Ikkit: I don’t get-get scale-things... Story Three: Gitstompa: Datz more like it! Cor wot a fite dat 'uge lizzie wuld make! Now I wish dey wuld giz me a wyvern den I culd do more krumpin...erm I meanz betta sportz reportin....yeah dat... Ikkit: And this-this is why we have Warp-Warp Lightning Cannons. Kill-fry big-things yes-yes! Ah, Clan Moulder would want-wish to study such a lizard-thing though. Gitstompa: Da icing on da shroom woz dat lotz more stunties got krumped! I like dese stories so far! Ikkit: No Skaven yet-yet. But that giant lizard-thing was...impressive. Story Four: Gitstompa: Er yoo tellin me itz not normal ta ‘av some creepy voice in yer ‘ead tellin yoo ta krump fings? Ikkit: ...So for the res-rest of the review-things I’m sit-sitting over here... Gitstompa: Dat Krenn-qu wuld be fun ta fite, dat iz sum strength dat iz ta lift up dat dead rattie. Corse I culd do bettah...I’z jus not feelin’ it iz all... Ikkit: I don’t like daemon-things, no-no. But the power-thing one could scent-give...might-might be nice. Also fin-finally Skaven and some cleaver-smart tactics. Shame-shame they didn’t scent-use poisoned wind... Story Five: Ikkit: Dead-things? No-no like dead-things. Gitstompa: Dem skellies and moaning boyz iz boring ta fite gud fer in-door-antz but not dat fun. Den again dem sick ratties iz da same and dey cheat wiv poison. Ikkit: Disease. Pestilens scent-uses disease. Gitstompa: Anyway da fite ere woz akshulli well done, but imagine gettin krumped by a rattie... Ikkit: Didn’t you get beat-beaten in an arm-thing wrestle with that lime-thing? Gitstompa: Shut it Ikkit! Story Six: Gitstompa: Waaagh! Diz iz more like it, Ikkit. Propa boyz even tho dey ‘ave dat weird Orrik name. Ikkit: Of course stupid Orc-thing seer exploded, you green-things are worse than Skryre... Gitstompa: Ah but wot a fite it woz in dis story. A propa Boy needz ta be kunnin but fighty...or woz it fighty but kunnin? Ikkit: And af-after all that the green-things don’t even take-steal the orb-thing. Fool-meat. Story Seven: Ikkit: And this-this is why you cannot work-work with inferior races. Gitstompa: Oi! Ikkit, don’t we werk togetta? Ikkit: ...I hate-hate you so much... Gitstompa: Hurrhurr, anyway dis ere ‘alliance’ woz a blast, mostly cos dey all krumped each utther. See if dis woz Orcs we wuld ‘ave krumped everyone including da scale boyz. Ikkit: Pity-shame, if they had followed the superior Skaven they might-may have lived...well the Skaven would have... Story Eight: Gitstompa: Wot? Whyz dat weirdboy makin a deal wiv dem scalies rather den ‘ave a fite a gud propa fite against da oddz? Ikkit: Because the stupid green-things would have lost-lost. Gitstompa: Yoo zoggin idiot Ikkit, Orcs nevah looz! If wez win wez win, if wez die wez die, if wez run away datz jus coz wez gunna get more boyz ta krump dem gitz bettah! Ikkit: Sure-sure, whatever you say-squeak. I scent-wonder if it’s possible to summon-control the snake-thing god and corrupt it with Warpstone? Scent-make it turn-turn on the scale-things... ------------------------------------------------------- Gitstompa: Oi, Ikkit! I fink wez finalli dun. Dis reedin ‘az made me ‘ead urt. Ikkit: Beat-beats being caught in a storm while-whilst a swarm of flying elf-things try to slay-eat you... Gitstompa: Oooh dat soundz fun, letz do dat! Ikkit: No-no put me down! Gitstompa: Nah Ikkit, wez goin fer a WAAAGH!!! ------------------------------------------------------ But yes, the stories in this compy were very well written as per the norm. Nicely done everyone!