Editing Boris the Titan (section)

== Boris' status as "Da Biggest [[Ork]] In Da Universe" ==
[[Image:Borisawesome.png|thumb|250px|right|Tremble before Boris, destroyer of worlds]]Initially, Boris was a generic Mekboy. Content with tinkering with various machines, he never took much of an interest in anything. That was until the [[Scraplootas]] ran off with their greatest prize yet: A [[Chaos]] Titan. 

The titan was originally a chaos [[Imperator Battle Titan|Imperator titan]] named Vae Victus, a prize that would tempt any mek. As soon as Boris set eyes upon it, unsurprisingly, he decided it was to be his by any means necessary. After beating up any other Orks in his way, he clambered up into the pilot's seat. As soon as he made it into the gargantuan machine's control room, though, he decided he wasn't coming out. Ever. He has stayed in the pilot's seat since that day, fed by [[Grot]]s.

The latent [[warp]] taint within has had some effect on Boris. He is now wired directly into the control throne of the titan and believes he is the titan itself, referring to the machine as his own body. Apparently no one seems that bothered by it (or, at least, nobody wants to usurp his position as permanent, slightly mad pilot).

The effects of the taint aren't just limited to the pilot though, the countless Grots that crew the titan have felt its touch as well. Many years of exposure has led to a dramatic increase in the spawn of "Weirdgrots" and generally more intelligent Grots. These smarter and often psychic Grots run the behemoth more like a strange cross between a city-state, the mafia, and actual living body than a war machine. Boris contains distinct entertainment, commercial, industrial, and governmental districts, each with specifically and uniquely mutated grots living in them. These social organs (set up in a strange facsimile of real organs) work together to create a self-contained society. This government is run by a council of highly intelligent Grots that live in the control room with Boris and who disseminate orders to the heads of each district via highly psychic "message snotlings" in addition to more traditional runners. The council, strangely enough, speaks proper Gothic, an unusual ability for even the smartest of orkoids.

All is not perfectly harmonious, though. The bitter rivalry between the two arms and the still-functioning daemonic core are problematic to say the least. The right arm believes in the superiority of shootas, the left in choppas. Needless to say, this causes some friction in the council. However, the two districts function perfectly well together despite their differences, mostly because they are too unwieldy to target each other with their weapons. As for the core, the daemon at its heart is still alive and well, held in check inadvertently by Weirdsquigs stuffed inside the core. These squigs unwittingly assault it with concentrated orkish psychic emanations at all times, keeping it suppressed and grudgingly obedient.

As for Boris' squishy bits, he cares for nothing more than crushing whatever the boss tells him to, since in his mind it was thanks only to the boss that Boris was able to "find himself", he's easily Urtylug's most loyal nob, second only to Zizzbitz. It also helps secure Urtylug's place as leader, seeing as the only ork big enough to replace him holds him in a near sacred regard, as well as stepping on any boyz he hears saying they want to take over. Boris' loyalty comes into play more often when dealing with other tribes. A WAAAGH that hires the Scraplootas might try to steal Boris in the middle of the night, only for him to wake up and start crushing them, shouting "BOSS! DEY'S TRYIN TA NICK ME AGIN!" The Grotocracy also plays a role in this since if Boris gets nicked, they'd lose everything to whatever boyz take over. To that end they station a bunch of lookouts and grots on defense cannons with a system where if they get attacked they pass the message along until a grot who is on duty in Boris' cockpit (they get in and out through vents etc) wakes him up by whatever means necessary... which may end with them kicking him in the head and running away.