hivefleetchicken

Hive realizes he doesn't serve anyone, not some stupid babies, or Asian martial arts experts, or retarded children that he was locked in a truck with, but Khorne. With a furious cry of blind rage, he hacks the claw of the hammer right through baby Bruce Willis' stomach, cleaving the baby-soldier in half. He then descends on the rest of them, hacking BABIES APART LIKE WHAT THE FCUK as their limbs toss through the air above him.

Hive would burst from his tomb with a furious cry of hairy anger, ripping a claw hammer from the pile and turning to face Bruce, the legos having torn his angel garbs into a rough ass cloth tank top, stained with blood and sweat.

Hive quickly clambers over the lego bricks with his feet, having years of training behind a barefoot poverty-stricken child in Nigeria. With the strength of a thousand harvest elementary school children's souls, he would let out a cry of war as he would leap for Bruce Lee's watery face. "WATER CAN FLOW, OR IT CAN CRASH, OR IT CAN FUUUUCKING DIIIIE," he would exclaim like a politically incorrect idiot, as he would fall short in his jump, smacking into a pile of lego bricks as he would sink into the pit of them, gurgling. All that his hand would remain, sticking out of the ground, as the lego bricks would finish enveloping everything else. All that could be heard from him was a muffled "FUUUUUCK 'EMMMM UUUUUUUP!" as he would lay trapped under the layers of legos.

Hive looks down as the clouds part and he tumbles down a long staircase to Hell.

**Hive wearily pumps one fist in the air, murmuring something about Stacy's mom.

GO DOOMBERG!

Shortly after, I was then attacked by two meddling nurses. Gabriel made quick work of them, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them were stunned and destroyed on the floor as he walked away, sipping his tea.

Someone made a typo. So I did my best to make them feel comfortable.

NorCal Bay Area represent. Also, it always crops these damn images off. Zoom out to view the full thing, or just click this. http://i.imgur.com/XuGAC9X.jpg

**Hive continues to lay on his back, slurring out no words in specific besides just cooing.

Ahhhh. Pain. Pain means life, you jackass, get on your feet. Or knees, whatever. **Hive rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself onto all fours, removing his right hand from the floor to scrape a shard of glass out of his shoulder.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH! I PLAYED THIS ON ARMOR GAMES FOR HOURS WHEN I WAS 10. YESSIR I WILL PLAY IT WITH YOU!

Forests... Fuck yeah, bro. Trees are fuckable, right? Oh, shit, I should kick that Lemon guy for breaking my concentration. *thunk* HAH! Fuuuuuckerrr! **Hive then unties the three excuses for real men and flops onto his back, staring at the roof of the cargo container.

Motherfucking. Skuddy writing guy. Stop singing, you shit, Stop. Talk, Hive, talk. Tell that jackass to stop siging!

Job. Job... Job, come on, think. Job! I'm supposed to... Adopt a pet? From fuckin'... Where, damn it? This isn't a veterinary hospital... ..Is it?

My nose suddenly tickles and causes my left eye to twitch spastically. I reach up to wipe it, before glancing down and noticing the large smear of blood and white power on my hand. I raise my hand to my nostrils once more as more blood would wash over my fingertips. Why the fuck is my nose bleeding?

Just drag them into a new tab, ya dingus.

I sat down with a piece of paper and a sharpie one time when waiting for my macaroni to finish and drew some of you jackasses. I'll upload them in a sec', they're shit anyway tho lol This is all on one piece of paper so FORGIVE ME FOR NO DETAIL AT ALL. Rusty, again. Skull Farcry (And his jewfro) Nursie Nightmare (And his shades) Hackie Mhan the Loser-Chan Jackboot and Coolfool, exchanging conversation about various Cold War happenings, like they ALWAYS DO, with Jackboot dressing up for the night's worth of intercourse in Coolfool's favorite roleplay outfit, the Hitler look. If it's on vore, these two've got it, woop. I felt bad if I didn't include you, Sue. But I didn't know what to draw, so I just did a question mark in a very stiff trenchcoat. And then there's INDIE the 3 year old. I put more time into uploading these pics than I did drawing them. That's saying something [bad].

Blood Pact, 666th Regiment of Foot, Vraskian Renegade Militia... Lots of Chaos Guard out there.

Holy shit you and Rusty tied. Begin the bloodbowl.

It gave me that same message when I broke 123, welcome to the suspicious club!

Aw, alrighty! Good luck with your stuff!