(Is Hellsmasha on the ship thingy majiger?) 

(( Er... he's on the ground with Gideon :/ ))

Hellsmasha looks at Gideon "How many ya kill? I got 112."

(( Er, is Hellsmasha reffering to right now? Or back on the Ork homeworld? Which, I might say, THEY DON'T HAVE ONE :P They were created by the C'tan, and thus have no homeworld. And if Hellsmasha is reffering to right now, they aren't fighting. ))

Lokonikah

(( Er, is Hellsmasha reffering to right now? Or back on the Ork homeworld? Which, I might say, THEY DON'T HAVE ONE :P They were created by the C'tan, and thus have no homeworld. And if Hellsmasha is reffering to right now, they aren't fighting. ))

(Ork world, me think, me don't remember, me am lost : _( ) 

(( So... yeah :P ))

"I dunno, I gave on that game a while ago but... 111, I think." He shrugs to himself, looking over at an Eldar woman and human man both privately entering a tent. The Eldar happened to be giggling, a slight blush on her cheeks.

"Seems like this war is finally getting rid of old hostilities..."

Hellsmasha laughs in relief "I won, ya soft git!"

Galariel walked over to Gideon and Hellsmasha, 'A good fight, eh?'

"How about a little Fungus mead?" 

Galariel coughs, 'Excuse me, what? Did I hear Fungus Mead?' He looks at Gideon, 'Please tell me humans drink something more, er, refined.'

Hellsmasha grabs a bottle and drinks straight out of it. An Ork tries to grab the bottle, Hellsmasha punches the Ork away. 

YolGoraagSingh

Hellsmasha grabs a bottle and drinks straight out of it. An Ork tries to grab the bottle, Hellsmasha pucnhes the Ork away. 

(*punches)

"For one, by one kill. Not that big of a difference. And for two, I don't drink. A drunk soldier is an ineffective one." He turns his masked face to Galariel.

"Sure, if you can count me losing most of my platoon 'fun..'

(( I feel like bringing Kissari into this... Hmm... ))

Lokonikah

"For one, by one kill. Not that big of a difference. And for two, I don't drink. A drunk soldier is an ineffective one." He turns his masked face to Galariel.

"Sure, if you can count me losing most of my platoon 'fun..'

(( I feel like bringing Kissari into this... Hmm... ))

Hellsmasha laughs again "You humies can never handle mead." 

"As for more refined drinks, depends on the upbringing and culture. I, myself, tend to not drink... But I may have some wine, every now and then." He slings his weapon over his shoulder, gesturing for Galariel to show him where the nearest recreational area is. Nearby, there is a Commissar executing a man with a bolt pistol to the back of the head, who was found to be a Heretic and Traitor. He bore the mark of Chaos and the Blood God on his chest.