SpaceMcQuirk
Serf
Hunched around a small table in the far corner of the dimly lit room, small pointed green hands with dirty stained fingers pulled out a box.
Opening it carefully the wizened figure waved a long bony finger.
"Stand back, don't crowd uz, let everyone 'av a propa ganda...I 'az bin to da year sumthing sumthing thousand and seen all sortz of sheenaniganz...but this boyz ya gotta take a lookz at."
much love and respect.
Space McQuirk
				
			Opening it carefully the wizened figure waved a long bony finger.
"Stand back, don't crowd uz, let everyone 'av a propa ganda...I 'az bin to da year sumthing sumthing thousand and seen all sortz of sheenaniganz...but this boyz ya gotta take a lookz at."
much love and respect.
Space McQuirk
 
				 
			 
			 
 
		 Would love to see a bigger picture. I'm not even quite sure what I'm looking at here. Looks like classic ork bikes, but with too many guns. (If such a thing is possible. It really isn't. Especially not for orks. Maybe with almost enough guns?)
 Would love to see a bigger picture. I'm not even quite sure what I'm looking at here. Looks like classic ork bikes, but with too many guns. (If such a thing is possible. It really isn't. Especially not for orks. Maybe with almost enough guns?)