It's been a week since Ive taken over the tribe and became its chief, in that time we've focused on nothing but production and the raising of new greenskins, specifically the big ones like ogres and giants, true war built greenskins. I awake, and I hear the Song of the WAAAGH that is heard everyday, a song sung in preparation for the WAAAGH

"No voice in our ears but the waagh, we relish the sound of its call

we'll plunder and feast on any man, any beast. Doesn't matter; We'll beat on them all!

The stragglers we didn't consume, are chucked in our sacrifice stew.

They scream and they run, but that's part of the FUN!

Cause the greenskins are coming to get ya!

Oh, greenskins, greenskins chomping on meats, filling our guts with our struggling treats!

Tearing, chewing, we kill for the waaagh. The power and Grub's what we're doing it for!

Crunching and biting, we kill for the waagh!

THE POWER AND GRUB'S, WHAT WE'RE DOING IT FOR!"

A rather, peculiar song indeed, killing and eating for the WAAAGH. Greenskins are looked down upon for both their savagery, and also because they have no qualms eating their own kind and other sapient creatures.

Truly savage creatures indeed, but for now, I am one, and must act like one. 

Now, I walk outside, and approach a tower, which has a crude device which acts as a megaphone

"Listen up ya gits, its been a week since i said to be ready for the WAAAGH, and now, its time, to, WAAAAGHHHH"

"""WAAAAAAGHHHHHHH"""

The cheers and stomping and pounding shakes the very earth itself, shaking the lone trees and scaring the weak animals while causing the more dangerous ones to be wary. The village becomes busy as a horde of greenskins take apart anything that can be carried and destroy what cannot, weapons and furs adorning them all. The village is soon taken down, and all that is left is a swarm of greenskins following me, charging towards the nearest settlement to the east. We are more in the center, but leaning to the east, so I decide to make sure our east is secure before attempting to war with the boss in the west. The boss in the west has already consolidated his power, controlling multiple villages and commanding a million greenskins, and even has some giants under his thumb. He, will be third boss I fight here, and after that, we have a whole planet of humans to fight.

But for now, before we can fight the boss of the west and the humans, we must first conquer the east, and so, we make it to the first village, and issue a messenger, saying either to join our WAAAGH or we'll take you by force. The messenger comes back, saying they refuse. With that notice, I look at the single giant we raised.

"Send the earth their way"

He nods, and picks up a large piece of dirt and rocks, and hurls it at the village. I then say the very word the Urlakk tribe has been waiting for:

"WAAAAAGHHHHHHH"

"""WAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH"""

Two hordes of greenskins surge out, two tides the size of ocean waves, the greentide, meet, and slaughter ensues. Limbs are torn apart, heads liberated from their bodies, innards spilling, a sea of blood soaking into the earth, the savannah grass drinking happily, crows and vultures circle the skies in anticipation of their feast. And yet, the only sound that can be heard is of metal clanging and laughter, for even as they lay dying, they are fighting still, whether they only have one arm or one leg, or none at all, even if their organs are falling out, they still fight, possessed by the spirit of the WAAAGH, where the only thing in their mind is to kill. The giant swings his massive club, sending greenskins flying, the goblins team up and tear apart entire orks with nothing but claws and teeth, the orks happily swinging their axes and swords and clubs with smiles and laughter on their tusked mouths. If one listens closely, you might even hear the laughter of thirsting gods waiting for their souls. 

I join in the fight, for I too am not immune to the all powerful WAAAGH, and I become a whirlwind of death, swinging my greataxe without a care in the world, cuts and bruises and stab wounds appear all over my body, but for now I am immune to the pain, and continue swinging. Heads roll, limbs fly, innards spill, bones break, flesh tears, the joy of the WAAAGH replacing all that I know, But before I know it, its over. The opposing tribe havent quite surrendered, but they have now joined our WAAAGH. And with that, this scene repeats, over and over, each time the craving for the WAAAGH increases, until I feel it is an addiction. By the time we've conquered the east, another week has passed, and my desire for battle reaches a boiling point as our greentide of a million madly dash across the savannah, making a run to the west villages, and as we get closer we see their tide, with a dozen giants towering over the horde, and the warboss stands in front. He looks at our tide, we look at his, the craving for battle is seen in everyones eyes, hollowing out everything else. We make eye contact, and nothing needs to be said, except for one word. Both sides bellow out at the same time and charge

""""""WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH""""""

Two enormous waves of green cover the earth, surging towards each other, but before we can meet, shots from the south are fired. Temporarily, the WAAAGH is paused. Me and the other Warboss look to the south, and an army of the human races is seen, I look to the other boss and make a gesture, and he gives a thumbs up.

And with that, the tides become one, and charge to the humans. They have a look of fear and confusion in their faces as a tide two million strong come charging the plains towards them. The skies are now no longer filled with birds but instead ships and rockets, as their aircraft and our stormboyz clash head on, with our storm boys landing on the ships and killing the pilots, while the ships try to shoot them down before they get that opportunity, and on the ground, apart from the infantry, there is also vehicles, with hover tanks and artillery on the humans side, and our trukks, buggys, and battlewagons our mekboyz cooked up. Our rokkit launchers blast forward hitting their vehicles as well. And so, the slaughter of humies begin

one hour later

The humies are dead and defeated, being cooked for the now two million strong WAAAGH. Me and the other boss are sitting together, and turns out hes a player as well, his name is FightinGit. We hit it off pretty good after killing the humies, and we quickly became friends, uniting our tribes under one banner, we are now the Urlakk Blakfang Tribe. I had a couple questions about how orks worked and the WAAAgh, and he was kind enough to answer them for me. I told him my plans for uniting the greenskins under one WAAAGH, and he agreed to help me out, under the condition of joint rulership, to which I agreed. We formed our guild, Urlakk Blakfang, and the galaxy now knew of our union.

We began marching towards the humies cities, we decided to not split our horde, to suffocate our enemies in the greentide. We finally make it to the capital, thats right, we went for the big one first. Our giants flinging rocks and dirt at the shields and walls, our vehicles besieging it as well, our boys setting up a camp for the night, and all day long, we attack the wall, but nothing ever happens, but thats fine, I was waiting for nightfall. I gather our stealthiest goblins.

"Boss?"

They answer in their shrill voice

"You are to sneak inside the city, you are to disable the generators, kill the commanders, and use these explosives to blow up the walls. Got that?"

"Aye boss, us Night Cloaks go this!"

I wait for two hours, gradually growing more anxious as I wait, but FightinGit calms me, saying that even if they dont make it, we can just fight seriously tomorrow, however, at that point, a large explosion is heard and the shrill laughter of goblins echo into the night. I and FightinGit let out our WAAAGHS and the greentide surges into the city, a force of nature slaughtering the entire city in the night, they put up a resistance, but it is useless compared to our numbers and surprise attack. By the time the sun rises, the humies have been slaughtered, and we have taken control of the city, the flag of the Urlakk Blakfang tribe flying high over the capital. We let the governing family alive, to give us the info we need and to blackmail the local human governments into not chasing us when we eventually go to space. 

And with that, we take over the rest of the human cities, eventually seizing control of the cities and ships. Its been a month in game since we took over the capital, and me and FightinGit are sitting at a table, enjoying the taste of a local mayor

"Oi, Gutz, now that  we took over the planet, its about time we left yeah? But maybe we should leave some behind, you know, to raise the new generation after we leave, and we can come back for reinforcements every now and then"

"Yeah, and we can do that for every planet we seize too, but this one will be special, this will be our capital. Do you know what the name of this planet is?"

"Yea, its Octarius"

"I have the perfect name for us, the Overfiends of Octarius!"

Git takes an exceptional liking to it.

"The Orktarius Empire!!!" He shouts,

"Thats right, this planet is now Orktarius, and we are the Overfiends of Orktarius!"

We burst into laughter, and Artemis, who has now grown to be half as tall as me chuckles lightly. At 6 feet tall, thats right, I have grown to 12 feet, and so has Git, unlike our muscular mass, shes sleek and lean, but still lightly muscled. Us orks are built for war, while shes built for hunting and one on one fights. 

And so, the Orktarius Empire, ruled by the Overfiends and the Urlakk Blakfang tribe chiefs, Gutzhakka and FightinGit, was born, and the galaxy shook in fear, for another ork empire has been born, and slaughter on the scale of trillions will soon be born.