David Guymer's Blog - Posts Tagged "queek-headtaker"
“Be quiet-still man-things. Queek Headtaker is speaking…”
“Are you sitting comfortably slave-meat? No? Good. This will teach stupid man-things to not have tails, Queek thinks.
‘With your small and inferior brains you are probably wondering why the mighty Queek has claimed this blog for the Under-Empire. Those of you most clever might wonder also what this has to do with you. Yes-yes, Queek sees questions on you like flies, flies that tell lies, buzz buzz buzz to blind rats’ ears. Well do not doubt-fear little man-things, Queek will not be killing you today. Not unless you are… disobedient.
“See this skull here? This idiot-meat was disobedient. He thought he could keep his blog from Queek. Hah! Who has no head now? Not Queek. No-no, Queek has many and they whisper to him, yes-yes they do. They tell him that the legendary Queek has come to the attention of those that bestow prizes on worthy heads. And who is more worthy than Queek Headtaker, he who dances in ash and feasts on his unworthy foes? It is surely only the treachery of Queek’s rivals that he has not attracted such covetous notice before now. Queek laughs at their petty scheming. He has no rivals! He can smell the musk of their rightful terror even from this rat-infested warren.
“Unfair to his inferior adversaries, perhaps, but Queek must crush them and take their heads all the same - and this is where you come in lucky man-things. In order to claim the prize rightfully his for his most magnificent of deeds he needs man-things like you to… “vote”… for him by hurry-scurrying to this place (http://gemmellaward.ning.com/page/mor...) and joining Queek’s numberless legions. Not for Queek’s slave-meat getting blown up by warpfire throwers or gassed by wicked tinker-rats. You do not believe? How back-stabbing and untrusting you furless man-things must be. No wonder you tremble. Read this scratch-scrawl of Queek’s slaughter of dwarf-things and green-things and other-things too unimportant for Queek to remember their feeble names.
“Read-read!
“See? Queek’s slave-meat almost always get-cut-stabbed. A much more exciting way to make Queek’s greatness just little bit greater, yes-yes? Does that not make guts slither with hunger-lust? Go now slave-meat. Vote Queek Headtaker - he will remember the smell of you, and should you again cross his burrow once he is crowned the most murderous warlord in all of Skavendom he will maybe not eat you.
“Unless he is hungry.
“He cannot be scourge of the dwarf-things hungry.”
‘With your small and inferior brains you are probably wondering why the mighty Queek has claimed this blog for the Under-Empire. Those of you most clever might wonder also what this has to do with you. Yes-yes, Queek sees questions on you like flies, flies that tell lies, buzz buzz buzz to blind rats’ ears. Well do not doubt-fear little man-things, Queek will not be killing you today. Not unless you are… disobedient.
“See this skull here? This idiot-meat was disobedient. He thought he could keep his blog from Queek. Hah! Who has no head now? Not Queek. No-no, Queek has many and they whisper to him, yes-yes they do. They tell him that the legendary Queek has come to the attention of those that bestow prizes on worthy heads. And who is more worthy than Queek Headtaker, he who dances in ash and feasts on his unworthy foes? It is surely only the treachery of Queek’s rivals that he has not attracted such covetous notice before now. Queek laughs at their petty scheming. He has no rivals! He can smell the musk of their rightful terror even from this rat-infested warren.
“Unfair to his inferior adversaries, perhaps, but Queek must crush them and take their heads all the same - and this is where you come in lucky man-things. In order to claim the prize rightfully his for his most magnificent of deeds he needs man-things like you to… “vote”… for him by hurry-scurrying to this place (http://gemmellaward.ning.com/page/mor...) and joining Queek’s numberless legions. Not for Queek’s slave-meat getting blown up by warpfire throwers or gassed by wicked tinker-rats. You do not believe? How back-stabbing and untrusting you furless man-things must be. No wonder you tremble. Read this scratch-scrawl of Queek’s slaughter of dwarf-things and green-things and other-things too unimportant for Queek to remember their feeble names.
“Read-read!
“See? Queek’s slave-meat almost always get-cut-stabbed. A much more exciting way to make Queek’s greatness just little bit greater, yes-yes? Does that not make guts slither with hunger-lust? Go now slave-meat. Vote Queek Headtaker - he will remember the smell of you, and should you again cross his burrow once he is crowned the most murderous warlord in all of Skavendom he will maybe not eat you.
“Unless he is hungry.
“He cannot be scourge of the dwarf-things hungry.”
