In 2009/10 my friend Tazze Hexed some Soda Machines for Garry's Mod with fluffy furs on them. I've made an advertisement for them with a modded Can I made myself and their "Tazze Soda Special Edition" vending machine mod.
huge story incoming:
I felt almost nothing, but I felt pressed against something. It was cold. It felt like I was encased in ice, or cold dirt, as if I was buried. Nonetheless, I know that I was standing upright. I couldn’t move, and I felt no pain. I don’t remember anything, other than being encased in this thing since I woke up. I couldn’t see either. I had the urge to scream.
Eventually, I felt the mass around me move, and a vibrant, white glint appear in the distance. I shook my head and closed my eyes, shortly after falling down onto my knees and arms, weakly keeping myself up. It felt as if I was born a second time. I couldn’t get my bearings at first. Instead, I looked around and found that I was in a hut. It was dark, and the hut was big, as if it was a humongous tower. Maybe it was. Torches were burning on the walls. I noticed a man standing. I couldn’t see his face, but he was standing upright and straight-backed. “Stand,” he said. I let out a groan, but couldn’t talk. Something prevented me from talking. I stood up. I saw something black against my face. It was hair: Sticky, dark hair. I looked around slowly, and noticed that I stood around a puddle of mud, blood and dirt. What was I doing? I didn’t know. As I reached my standing height, I noticed that I was standing completely straight. I wasn’t as bulky as most Orcs. I felt weaker, but at the same time different. I had only a loincloth on. “Do you feel well?”, the shaman-looking man said. He had a robe on, made of Talbuk fur. It looked very ornate with various stitches of Orc nature. I slowly nodded. I still couldn’t talk. My jaw hurt slightly, and I couldn’t feel my tusks. It felt too narrow. I let out a silent snarl to accompany the nod. “Good,” he said, as he stepped back slightly, the light of the doorway blocking my eyes again. I held my hand up, and immediately groaned in agony before lowering it. “Don’t,” the man said, “your muscles are too tense. Do not stress yourself.” I grimaced and stood still, perfectly still. “Do you know who you are?” I let out a silent, confused grunt. I didn’t remember. It felt strange, opaque. It can’t be that I am born an adult out of a vat of blood and dirt.
“You will be given a new name,” he said, slowly moving over to the doorway and pulling a few curtains together, shutting the light, “you suffered quite the injuries, Grunt. Allies found you nearly dead in the depth of the forest.” I raised a brow and tilted my head. My body was covered in black mud, as if I was playing in it, or bathing in it. I felt my body twitch slightly. My very skin, too. The man was missing an eye and had red skin, along with a long beard. Was I in the tower of a Bleeding Hollow Orc? I don’t know. I nearly fell again as my legs gave up for a moment. I let out a grunt and squatted down, slowly rising again. I realized something -- I could move my limbs again. Fully. I turned my head to look around fully, and eventually noticed the banners of the Bleeding Hollow Clan. I was truly in the tower of another clan’s shaman. Eventually, he spoke again. “I will have to test your physical prowess to find your name,” he said, prior to turning his head, yelling: “Ashgúr!” Eventually, another red-skinned Orc came in, bulky and tall. He looked down towards the shaman, pondering: “Yesh, shaman? What?!” He had a short temper. I could hear it out of his voice. The shaman and Orc talked for a moment, before the bearded man spoke again: “You will fight Ashgúr, one of the strongest Orcs I have seen on this world.” I narrowed my eyes and nodded. Slowly, I assumed a ready position, and the Orc immediately charged for me. Quickly, I pulled myself aside, letting the creature charge blindly next to me, before he swiped his arm back and went to grab me by the neck. I quickly dove onto the ground and raised myself from a squatted position, ramming my fist into his face multiple times, before focusing on his chest, where I had planted various scratches and cuts. I heard a loud, echoing roar before he shoved me back with ease, raising his fists to crush my ribs. I quickly rolled aside and ran to one of the many corners of the room, but he followed, charging after. I quickly ran to the left, letting him ram his head against the wall. He fell down onto his rear and held his head, yelling out profanities and curses. The shaman stared at me. He waved two thin fingers at me, both around the throat. I grimaced. Stepping forward, I increased in pace and raised my arms, grabbing the Orc by the neck and violently twisting it to the side, causing a loud snapping noise to echo as his screams silenced. He went limp almost instantly, then fell onto his back.
The shaman grinned wickedly. “Well done, Grunt. Well done,” he said, looking around, then outside of the tower. “I am Gorfel of the Bleeding Hollow. I have saved you from eternal damnation and have reborn you, so you may conquer Draenor once again, for the sake of your clan. Now, you shall not know fear, and nor shall you know pain. You have been given this chance to kill and mutilate whomever stands in your way. Use your chance. You are gifted, Kûga...” The talking echoed away as the name reverberated in my head multiple times. Kûga. It sounded powerful. It strikes fear into the enemies on their knees, pleading for mercy. It inspires those who chant it to fight and kill for their leaders. Eventually, I heard him again. “... Whom do you serve, Grunt?” I stayed silent, before letting out a weak, wicked whisper. “Gorfel,” I murmured, silently and dragged out. I felt no tusks. It is as if they were removed, along with most of my muscles. It feels as if I was a completely different breed of Orc, one that was versatile and quick, rather than strong, bulky and tall.
[RPH] [Player Jakodus]: thoradin and thoras have the name 'thor' in it
TOP SECRET MILITARY INSTALMENT, SITUATION ROOM
A crowd of military officials crowd around a computer screen, discussing tactics when a scientific aide runs in, pushing the double doors open.
AIDE: General! We've done it! We've finally perfected our cybernetics. The test subjects' nervous system has bonded successfully with the machinery!
GENERAL SPEARS: Excellent news, civilian. Show us.
The aide leads them out of the room. They walk down a hallway and into ...
INT. THE LABS
The aide points to where a horrific scene awaits, countless men lay on operating tables. Some have replacement limbs, made from welded machine-guns and rocket launchers. Others' heads have been operated upon, their eyes replaced with advanced targeting systems and scopes. One man has what appears to be a keyboard welded to his chest, and a joystick for a hand.
LEAD SCIENTIST: This experiment has proved immensely more successful than our failed radiation testing. I guess it's harder than we thought to make the next superhero --
OFFICER WILLIAMS: What ever happened to those tests, anyway?
OFFICER SHADLOCK: I think they keep them locked up in the lab next door. God forbid they get out.
LEAD SCIENTIST: Anyways, if I can continue without interruption. I would like to demonstrate our new weapons' powers. With these soldiers under our command, North Korea has no chance in this war.
The assembled military officials nod enthusiastically, and the scientists begin typing in commands to the numerous computers filling the room. Suddenly, lights and whistles turn on all over the technological parts of the cyborgs. They all sit up at once, and stare at the officials.
The lead scientist points at a specific cyborg.
LEAD SCIENTIST: Show General Spears what you can do, 8008S.
8008S stands up, and aims his rocketlauncher at a nearby wall. Taking quick aim, he fires and breaks apart the far wall.
OFFICER SHADLOCK: [yelling] JESUS! WHY DID HE DO THAT?
AIDE: Oh no... Not the wall to the radiation experiments!
Everyone goes quiet in sudden realization. Screams pierce the room when shambling men, rotten and bleeding, creep from the hole in the wall. They immediately fall upon the nearest cyborgs, their teeth and hands tearing into the flesh.
GENERAL SPEARS: ... God help us all... We have created cybernetic zombies.
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it says Über Alles, which translates to 'Above All' in german
it's written in a font called gebetsbuch gotisch if any1 wants to know
JENNY DEATH: OH GOD
JENNY DEATH: DUDE
JENNY DEATH: IM GETTING SUCC
JENNY DEATH: MY LITTLE SISTER
JENNY DEATH: WHOS 3
JENNY DEATH: CAME IN
JENNY DEATH: SHE SUCC ME