Editing Ork (section)

==Everyday Life of an Ork==

[[File:Wh40k online concept.jpg|thumb|300px|right|Your average Ork home. Quite cozy when it comes down to it, really.]]

Morning.

GET UP! Doesn't matter when, but usually in the mid-morning, unless a Nob kicks him in the face because he is late for something, which he usually is. Next, grab a bite. Either the breakfast his pet grot brings him or the grot itself. Orks don't care much about this since it all tastes the same dipped in mud, fried on a stick and washed down with some fungus beer.

Afterwards, hit the drops, or in layman's terms, the communal act of using the local bog. Literally. He might get a scar on his duff to show off if the Squigs are feisty that morning. Then muck about and try to find new things to kill. Or new ways to kill things. This lasts all the way until noon.

Noon.

LUNCH! Fungus rums and beers. Squig pies and mushroom fries. Plenty of fights break out at lunch, mostly because of a Loota stealing another Orks 'sweet-squig' dessert. Or some drunk Nob mouthing off then get socked in the mouth by another Nob. Either way LUNCH! Next, nap time/ 'wrekreation'. Most Orks, having spent a very busy day trying to think up new ways to kill or new things to kill, will take a nap. Usually the average rank and file Boy who has nothing better to do. It is around now that the more specialized Orkoids shall gather in their respective mobs and set about spending afternoon and early evening doing what they do best. Be it practicing blowing crap up if tankbustaz. Racing around the camp as speed freaks. Helping the meks if lootas or burnas. <strike>Hiding in plain sight if kommand-</strike> <span style='color:green;font-size:100%'>Move along, nofink to see 'ere.

Evening.

WORK TIME! Da Boss or local Big Mek or Warp'ead bullies most everyone around the camp center and gets up on his WAAAGH!!! Banner-tower and starts to bark out orders on what they will attack that night, or where they will hit to steal material to build his next projekt, or give a flashy psycho-pyrotechnic light show during a prophetic chant. (though sometimes if no one got up till half past 5 they plan it during the early morning.) Depending on the Clan majority this can be as simple as "Smash dis!" (A Goff) to "Ok Dis team needs ta be 'ere right when da rockets hit Or we wont-" <strike>(Yeah Blood Axes don't know when to shut up) </strike> <span style='color:green;font-size:115%'>'''*THUMP*''' ZOGGIN' 'Umiez.

Midnight.

[["Da Tragedy of Hamlet, boss of Denmark" by Shake-da-boss-pole|DA ORKING HOUR]]! Do what was stated in the evening until they get tired and go home to bed. It don't count as failing cause they will try again tomorrow. Or pull it off and party all night (to the dismay of the defeated) until they pass out.

Even the Daily Life of the Ork is a miniature WAAAGH!!!