I will run this game once a week for 3 hours at a time.  We will use Mumble and rolz.org to play.  Let me know what your time zone is and your availability.  When I have a good idea of when I'll be able to get the most participation, I will announce the day and time in this thread.  Our first session will be character creation.

Edit: now that the game is underway I will post important information regarding the game in this thread.  If anyone else would like to play, make a posting in here with your character idea.  We play every Tuesday, 9 - 12 EST.

Other important stuff.  If you need to cancel for whatever reason that is fine.   Be sure to let me know in advance though.  And please do not make a habit of it.  We will play as long as we have a minimum of 3 players.  Obviously if I have to cancel, the whole game is canceled.  That will be rare though, so don't worry.

GO!

Chapter I

The Ork camp on WKOM III was in disarray.  The Mighty One surveyed
his rag-tag mob.  Orks bullied and bashed weapons away from grotz, only
for the grotz to steal them back moments later.  Boys were setting off
explosives, seeing who could make the bigger BOOM, using up the
ever-depleting stockpile of munitions.  Blaze and the other Meks were
hammering and wrenching away at the mob’s pitiful fleet of vehicles.  It
wouldn’t do.  It wouldn’t do at all.  This wasn’t the kind of armoury
that supported a WAAAAAAGH.

The Mighty One had been Warboss for two weeks now, ever since his
immenseness had split the skull of Doonwich, his once rival.  Now he was
the biggest and the meanest ork on all of WCOM III, at least that’s
what his grot underling told him on a daily basis.  Eternal, named so
for his uncanny ability to stay alive, had served The Mighty One from
before his rise to power and since that fateful day had taken on the
duties as the mob’s banner bearer.  The Mighty one had appointed him on
the condition that his banner bearing didn’t get in the way of his
other duties such as grovelling at his heels and emptying the squig
poop-pit.

In-fighting by the orks over their meager supply of weaponry was
causing tensions to run high within the camp.  The authority that The
Mighty One had was simply because he was the biggest and the baddest
and he was often forced to remind the other boys of this by bashing a
few skullz together.  Something had to be done, new weapons needed to
be acquired and a suitable enemy sort out to give a right good
flogging.  There were a few rival Warbosses still hiding in the
mountains, but The Mighty One knew from experience they would be even
more poorly armed than his own shabby mob.  The best they had managed
from their last raid was the capture of an eccentric Weirdboy named
Creed.

What the orks needed was some real dakka-dakka.  In this quest there
was only one suitable candidate: the ‘umies.  Not only were the ‘umies
weak and puny, but they had the best boom-makers an ork loota could
ask for.  He knew there was a ‘uman settlement on the planet, most of
his own guns had originally come from there, although he knew not how.
 There was one that might know, the sneaky little git!  If anyone did
it would be Shosho, the kommando.  Not only did he have the shiniest
weapons, but him and ‘iz boyz had been sneaking about da jungle for
weeks.  They had to know something!

The Mighty One called Shosho over and began intimidating him into
coughing up some answers as Eternal watched on proudly.  Eternal’s
puffed out chest and deranged grin did not go unnoticed.  On the other
side of the camp two undersized grots, Bryce and Caz, were eying up
the situation through a stolen spyglass.  Bryce snatched the spyglass.

“‘E’s talking to that sneaky bastard in the camo-flags,” said Bryce.  Caz snatched the spyglass back.

“All the while that git Eternal is strutting around like ‘e owns da place.”

“‘E thinks ‘e’s the greatest grot to ever live”

“And ‘e’s wrong about dat.”

“Ded wrong.”

“Too right my friend.”

“Too right.”

“We all know that ‘onour belongs to me, Caz Skullsplitta”

“More like rot-spitta, with all the rot that spits from your mouth.  Iz me Bryce Brainbasha dat is the greatest.”

“You what?”

“I iz!”

The conversation soon deteriorated into a comedic bout of fisticuffs, of which there was no clear victor.

Chapter II

Inquisitor Tom stood in the command bunker of the Imperial forces of
WKOM III.  The guardsman manning the sensor array nervously drew his
attention to the screen in front of him.

“It’s a xenos attack Inquisitor, Sir.  The eldar are making an
assault on Outpost IV.”  The Inquisitor cast a calculating gaze over
the screen.

“The eldar would never perform an assault in such an obvious
manner,” Tom thought to himself for a moment.  “More likely the orks of
this world have finally mustered enough forces for an attack.”

“But Sir, we slaughtered the orks that had overrun the colony when
we arrived, what little remained were driven back into the forests and
mountains.”

“And there they have regrouped.  Now it seems they have a warboss
brazen enough to hit us back.”  The guardsman thought about this for a
moment, before asking.

“Shall I send a platoon to reinforce them, Sir?”

“No.”

“But they’ll be overu-”  The guardsman immediately regretted second
guessing the Inquisitor and shut up.  He’d heard stories about men who
had crossed the absolute authority of the Inquisition.

“The eldar are no doubt watching us even now.  If we send
reinforcements to the outpost, we run the risk of spreading our forces
too thin.  Outpost IV will have to stand on its own.  Only faith in the
God-Emperor can save them now.”

What day/time would everyone be free? What multiplayer games do you have? List them off, and let's start coming up with events.

Battlefield: Bad Company 2

Borderlands

Counterstrike & Source

Day of Defeat

DC Universe

Diablo II

Frozen Throne

HL2: Deathmatch

HL1

League of Legends

Left 4 Dead 2

Magic: Tactics

Magicka

Neverwinter Nights 2

Star Trek Online

Team Fortress 2

Terraria

Titan Quest