MOVIE IDEAS FOR RORYWOOD dey gotta be ror themed
Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2026 12:22 pm
Movie Scryptz fer Rorywood – Da Ring Dat Smelled Wrong
I iz Dungsniffa Brownfinga, Night Gobbo Shaman. I sniff me fingar, an da voicez say: “Make it a movie, ya git.”
Grufrip da Ork Kaptain of da Freebootaz had a sekret darker than Mork’s armpit. On weekendz, ‘e put away da choppa, grabz iz pom-pompz, an dancez Blood Bowl cheer routinez in private. While wiggling, ‘e left ‘is precious nose ring in da locker room. A Gobbo nicked it. Now Grufrip iz furious, half naked, an yellin’ fer blood.
Da Gobbo flee wiv da ring, gatherin’ a right wrong fellowship: two normal Gobboz, one Gobbo wot lickz rocks, a Dark Elf wot regretz every life choice, a Chosen wot don’t talk, an a Marauder wot keepz askin’ “can we sell it yet?”. Two Gobboz walk suspiciously close an keep sayin’ it’z fer warmth. No one believez dem.
Dey head toward Thunder Mountain, da only place wiv a pawn shop brave enough to touch cursed jewelry an ork sweat. Fer if da ring iz returned, Grufrip dancez no more… but if it’z sold, da cheerleader secret may rule all.
Da voicez giggle.
Dis iz only movie wun.
Movie Scryptz fer Rorywood – Movie Too: I See Dead Stuntiez
I iz Dungsniffa Brownfinga, Night Gobbo Shaman. I sniff me fingar an da voicez say dis one iz spooky but stupid.
Dis movie starz a smol Gobbo wiv big eyez an no sense. ‘E keepz whisperin’:
“I see dead stuntiez.”
An it’z true. Dead Dwarfs everywhere, walkin’ about, complainin’, askin’ fer ale.
Problem iz, da stuntiez don’t know dey dead.
So da smol Gobbo gotta keep remindin’ dem.
“OI. YOU DEAD.”
Den ‘e walkz dem to da graveyard.
Again.
An again.
Same stuntiez. Every day.
Dey forget. Dey always forget.
Starin’ as Wurce Billyz, who lookz confused, sad, an slightly green da whole time. Da voicez say it’z very deep meanin’. I fink it’z just funny watchin’ dead stuntiez get lost.
Da graveyard iz full.
Da whisperin’ never stopz.
An da Gobbo still seez dead people.
Da voicez clap.
Movie free comin’ soon.
I iz Dungsniffa Brownfinga, Night Gobbo Shaman. I sniff me fingar, an da voicez say: “Make it a movie, ya git.”
Grufrip da Ork Kaptain of da Freebootaz had a sekret darker than Mork’s armpit. On weekendz, ‘e put away da choppa, grabz iz pom-pompz, an dancez Blood Bowl cheer routinez in private. While wiggling, ‘e left ‘is precious nose ring in da locker room. A Gobbo nicked it. Now Grufrip iz furious, half naked, an yellin’ fer blood.
Da Gobbo flee wiv da ring, gatherin’ a right wrong fellowship: two normal Gobboz, one Gobbo wot lickz rocks, a Dark Elf wot regretz every life choice, a Chosen wot don’t talk, an a Marauder wot keepz askin’ “can we sell it yet?”. Two Gobboz walk suspiciously close an keep sayin’ it’z fer warmth. No one believez dem.
Dey head toward Thunder Mountain, da only place wiv a pawn shop brave enough to touch cursed jewelry an ork sweat. Fer if da ring iz returned, Grufrip dancez no more… but if it’z sold, da cheerleader secret may rule all.
Da voicez giggle.
Dis iz only movie wun.
Movie Scryptz fer Rorywood – Movie Too: I See Dead Stuntiez
I iz Dungsniffa Brownfinga, Night Gobbo Shaman. I sniff me fingar an da voicez say dis one iz spooky but stupid.
Dis movie starz a smol Gobbo wiv big eyez an no sense. ‘E keepz whisperin’:
“I see dead stuntiez.”
An it’z true. Dead Dwarfs everywhere, walkin’ about, complainin’, askin’ fer ale.
Problem iz, da stuntiez don’t know dey dead.
So da smol Gobbo gotta keep remindin’ dem.
“OI. YOU DEAD.”
Den ‘e walkz dem to da graveyard.
Again.
An again.
Same stuntiez. Every day.
Dey forget. Dey always forget.
Starin’ as Wurce Billyz, who lookz confused, sad, an slightly green da whole time. Da voicez say it’z very deep meanin’. I fink it’z just funny watchin’ dead stuntiez get lost.
Da graveyard iz full.
Da whisperin’ never stopz.
An da Gobbo still seez dead people.
Da voicez clap.
Movie free comin’ soon.