A Warboss's Retirement Plan
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Magsnik Kogchewa, Warboss of the Ullanor Ork Empire, has had it. He tried his god damn best to be the best damn Warboss there is after waking up as an Ork but then the shiny git decided to ruin his plan for Galactic Domination. In times like these, the only way forward is to flip the board game and say fuck it. Besides, retiring sounds like a good plan.
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