You Surrendered to the Orks. This Is the Rest of Your Life. | Warhammer 40K

You are counting tins of corned grox in a supply dugout when the shelling stops. Something green leans in through the door. You are holding a clipboard in one hand and a pencil in the other. So you put both hands up. Your name is Wil Cotter, supply clerk, Ninth Varrow Rifles. In the Imperial Guard surrender is a crime, and Orks don't understand it at all. So the Bad Moons Nob in the doorway does the only thing that makes sense to him: he laughs, and he keeps you. This is twenty years as the bookkeeper of an Ork warband, paid in teeth: the scrap pens, the fighting pits, a Painboy's bolt in your knee, the worst wedding in the history of the galaxy, a Warboss who learns to write his own name, and the second list you keep at the back of the book. Then the Imperium comes back for you. A long, quiet story for painting miniatures, a long drive, or falling asleep. A what-if built on the setting's own rules, not a canon event, so argue with it in the comments. Chapters 0:00 The doorway 1:11 Surrender is a crime 2:37 Snivvit's three rules 4:16 Numbagit and the fighting pits 5:38 Paid in teeth 7:45 The bolt in your knee 8:22 Ilsa Marr 9:33 The worst wedding in the galaxy 10:04 A boss who doesn't fight is a chair 11:08 The Waaagh 11:57 The second list 12:57 Commissar Veyl 14:41 Tess 16:28 Thane's Reach 19:01 Failure to die 20:42 The Inquisitor 22:15 Restricted 24:36 Waaagh, in a letter 25:23 The tooth 26:34 The spores 27:43 Hands up Whose life should we live next? Tell me in the comments. #Warhammer40k #40kLore #Orks #Waaagh #Grimdark