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 Mork 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 mechanical workshop for Mork to tinker in, as well as a large-scale arena for her to fool around in on any spare time she had.

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

After having a very pleasant sleep, you were wandering around the massive Hut, still finding things and rooms that you didn't even know you had. All the while, Warp-energized light was glaring through the windows, making you cover your sensitive eyes any time you passed said windows.

Eventually, you made it downstairs to hear you girlfriend muttering to herself in the kitchen. You turn the corner to see her with a wrangling and snarling Squigg, strapped to the countertop, as Mork was adding in drops of some mystery serum into the Squigg's mouth. You heard Mork chuckle to herself.

"Gork'll neva see DIS one comin'! Eheheheh..."