As you all know, the last Orctember wasn't very successful given that a certain unnamed Valg decided to unleash their fury upon orc-kind. This time, my epidermically boil-bound compatriots, let it be different.
Let us rise, now, beneath the banner of the Chief - Without boatboat, without orcorc, and without ALLCAPS.
"But wait, Batman, thou speaketh blasphemy!" you may say.
Lower your axes for a moment, friends, and consider.
If we relinquish the plurality of boats, the multiplicity of orcs, all purely linguistically - once we have passed beneath the eyes of the Gods safely we can combine these many small things and make the legendary Orcish Arc as well as fuse to make an enormous Orc - with a size rivaled only by an enlarged Grobbak.
So bash with me, my beloved rapists and raped alike (the latter intended only for the skruggas), and let us once more paint Voralia's Tears red.
A poem for you:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Bash bash bash
bashbashbashbash
Let the propaganda begin - as the breeding grounds still aren't loud enough to keep Darsylon awake at night, and that's a problem.
Let this, 2012, be an Orctember to remember.