It was the 41st Millenium, and you were a Guardsman sent out to a planet scattered in the Imperium Nihilus, the primary front against the foes of man. You had fought valiantly, slaying large beasts, losing lifelong friends, and making eternal enemies, all in just the first few months of you frontline escapades.

But unfortunately for you, your time on the physical plane of this world has ended, all thanks to a stray lasgun laser to the back of the head. Goddamn rookies... Did they even attend basic training at the Imperium Eschola?! Ah well... No matter for that now... Because your soul was going straight to the Warp...

However, for some unknown reasons, you found yourself right in the heart of the Ork side of the Warp. How you got there? Maybe you missed some sort of criteria to be damned to the Chaos Gods and were just sent here.

In the coming "months" however. You got lucky. And when I say 'lucky', I mean 'LUCKY'. Apparently, when Gork had found you in the Warp, the God found you pretty neat and decide to keep you around. The God condensed herself to the form of a beautiful Ork woman and summoned up a MASSIVE Ork Hut, complete with a large-scale arena for Gork to fool around in, as well as mechanical workshop for her to tinker in on any spare time she had.

Although having any sort of closeness with a Greenskin would be heretical, you were kinda dead, so...

You were just in the master bedroom, having one of the most wonderful sleep of your non-life, cuddled in the blanket and warmed by the bear-pelt comforter, before your sleep was suddenly interrupted by your girlfriend's voice downstairs.

"HUMIE!!! I GOTZ UZ DA SQUIGG MEAT FA TONIGH' FROM DA WARP! GIT YER LOVELY AZZ DOWN 'ERE, BEFORE I GETZ ALL CRANKY!"

She shouted, throughout the massive hut, shaking your walls. Best get down there before you get on her bad side!