The Tyranid Mod is an ongoing additional race modification for the original Dawn of War series, based on the Tyranid army from the Warhammer 40k tabletop game.
We were headed for the position our commander had ordered us so we can ambush the Tyranid "Gaunts", when suddenly we felt heavy foot-steps under our feet. But we were starteld when one of our men said
"INCOMING!!!! Brodlord approching from the NW!!". Our troops, even our commander was startled when they saw a blood-red Broodlord punch a marine so hard he dropped his heavy bolter and went flying past the entire squad, ending up buried under the blood-stained snow.
The whole squad was so startled that they fierd without aiming. The commander was still staring at the dead marine until he heard a growl right in his ear, and turned around to see two human-blood-stained hands claping down on his face, diging it's claws into his hard skull. The Broodlord had feasted on his fleash, ignoring the gun-shots that had a hard time penatrating through it's hard body armor. When done, it sank it's sythe from it's cheast, and flinged the commander to the oppistate side of the dead marine. Upon seeing this, the surviving marines ran from the battle-field, failing orders of the Emporer, and the Impurium.
ahhah thatle teach heavy bolter men
heavy bolters r cool
yes they are
:) That things butchering 'em! Yeah! Woo!
Run boyz! Its da Broodleadar! Runz fer it! Every Ork for 'imself!
Here is a story I thought of when I saw this pic:
We were headed for the position our commander had ordered us so we can ambush the Tyranid "Gaunts", when suddenly we felt heavy foot-steps under our feet. But we were starteld when one of our men said
"INCOMING!!!! Brodlord approching from the NW!!". Our troops, even our commander was startled when they saw a blood-red Broodlord punch a marine so hard he dropped his heavy bolter and went flying past the entire squad, ending up buried under the blood-stained snow.
The whole squad was so startled that they fierd without aiming. The commander was still staring at the dead marine until he heard a growl right in his ear, and turned around to see two human-blood-stained hands claping down on his face, diging it's claws into his hard skull. The Broodlord had feasted on his fleash, ignoring the gun-shots that had a hard time penatrating through it's hard body armor. When done, it sank it's sythe from it's cheast, and flinged the commander to the oppistate side of the dead marine. Upon seeing this, the surviving marines ran from the battle-field, failing orders of the Emporer, and the Impurium.
"Slap"
"Wheee"
i pity the foolish space marine
HULK PUNSH !
I wanna see a picture of commander borrale vs. broodlord!!! pls.. hehe..
that marine just got nid slapped!