“Okay, Mister Sleepy, get dressed, it’s time to address the troops” she giggled, with a playful shove towards my footlocker. Sex I could feel my cock hardening at the thought of what would happen if the roles were reversed. The Rat ogre was charging, let loose a roar a lion would cower at. Whoops and cheers met with this cry, hands patting my back and shaking my hand. Skaven are weird, mutated rats, turned into a gross deformation of humans, hunched, evil and greedy as hell. “Another wave, incoming!”
“Form a firing-line shitheads!”
My ears buzzed as the sergeant screamed orders in my ear. I suddenly realised just where the fuck we were. He wasn’t Skaven, or an Ork, or even Chaos, but a man that I knew, and I killed him in cold blood!”
“Chill. I..I shot the fucking Sarge!”
Something thudded me on the back, and I turned, knife drawn but realized that it was just another soldier. My breathing was ragged, I felt like I was going to faint. Anyway, back to the story. “Get over what?”
“Shit! The rats, at seeing their greatest hope fall, ran far, wide and hopelessly. The rats squealed as me and my men shot hot lead into their furry faces.
