Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-37843592-20190114051616/@comment-38232361-20190316172750

A Bastet is lounging around on her perch, daydreaming of what she was going to do to her husband once she actually got one when a flash off on a distant dune caught her attention. Before she had enough time to get a clear sight of the source, a distant crack followed by the obliteration of a part of the wall behind her made her dive into the tomb to take cover. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she peeked around the corner to see where the shot came from. Now that the sun was out of her eyes, she could see a little better, and what she saw brought no end of confusion and rage. It was, in her words, some "Mangey mutt with a sniper rifle"!

(New/Old PFP. Give that back you filthy greenskin! *BLAM* *BLAM* I thought I was never getting out of there! Alright, which one of you was on patrol and how did NONE of you realize a Krork was pretending to be me?)