ORK MAD RIDERS YOOFS WITH SHOOTAHS T2

Oi, stop messin’ about an’ look sharp—DA YOOFAS IS ‘ERE! Dey’re loud, dey’re angry, an’ dey got no clue wot dey’re doin’—but dat ain’t stoppin’ ‘em from unloadin’ shootahs like dey just invented dakka. Barely outta da grot pens, still smell like fungus, an’ already chargin’ headfirst into battle like mad squigs on fire. No armor. No plan. Just pants, bullet belts, and waaay too much enthusiasm.Dis lot don’t fight smart—but dey fight LOUD. And dat’s wot matters. ⚙️ Ready ta throw some green ch