These are the boyz that will stop your little game.
Orks. The only hope for *life* in the universe against encroaching Chaos, ravenous Tyranids, and death-cult humans.
I started painting up a Rogue Trader-era Ork force a while back, courtesy of some donated old metal from Davey. I think the idea was that we'd play some kind of heretical mash-up of RT/40K2e/Necromunda. I only got five models into the project before other gaming projects (and real life*) intervened. Now that I hear that the new edition of Warhammer 40K is quite good, in ways that I might well appreciate, what am I to do? Well, maybe finish another five boyz before I inevitably pick up the big box of plastic that will shortly be unleashed...
*Scratch that. Gaming is a part of my 'real life'. Non-gaming aspects of my life intervened.