No, there is a difference between orks and ogres, orks love to fight a lot and that is all they ever think about, sitting around and relaxing isn't one of there pass times and eating isn't a big part of their culture, think back to Grom the paunch, the only fat green skin ever, when he went on a WAAAGH he stopped at an imperial city and just sat there and was content to stay there and when the orks noticed this they slowly left the WAAAGH to find better fights, hell even Grom's shaman Blacktoof said that Gork and Mork demand more good fights from Grom, Gork and Mork were never gods of hunger they were gods of cunning brutality and brutal cunning, the Great Maw and the Fire Mouth were their own gods and they were very unique, but GW decided to get lazy and just made Gorkamorka into a "hungry" god which is bs in my opinion and I will never let this go by gum.
@@individual2122I wouldn't say exactly they went lazy, its more like Gorkamorka became the embodiment of all his followers: a stompy god that can solve most if not all problems by stomping them (Gargants), with an insatiable hunger and thirst as seen with his competition against Sigmar (Ogors) and then obviously his desire for a good and brutal fight no matter against who (Greenskins)
So funny story. Ogres have a unit called an Ogre Maneater, and they're not called that because they like to eat humans; they DO, but so does every other Ogre. No, Maneaters are called that because they adopt some of the habits of the cultures they hire themselves out as, and presumably form the foundation of all scientific, technological, and cultural evolution in the Ogre Kingdoms. As an example, some Ogres have managed to wander over to Nippon and became fascinated by ninjas. So they started wearing black pajamas and socks with sandals, started chucking shields like shurikens, and presumably spent an inordinate time learning how to be sneaky and perform ninjutsu like a bunch of Naruto weebs. Whether they were successful in any of this is debatable since Ogre Ninjas aren't a unit you can use(I think...), but undoubtedly some of them managed to come back to the Ogre Kingdoms and showed off their ability to throw shit with decent accuracy for an Ogre, which may or may not have impressed their fellow Ogres. What I'm saying is that Ogres are big on cultural appropriation, and probably learned the finer points of cooking, brewing, forging, and fighting just by imitating other races.
Maneaters are actually called that because the ultimate example of them, this guy named Golgfag, was nicknamed that as a consequence of him eating the paymaster of a mercenary company in an argument over Golgfag's work fee. And before anyone asks, Golgfag hates the nickname because he actually prefers halflings as both kinds of a food source.
The Ogres are essentially a race of semi-intelligent Bull Ogryns, and if they were ever somehow uplifted into a space-faring civilization, they would probably be more dangerous than the Tau.
ok, hear me out: Jokaero. 1) incredible grasp on any and all technology, they are masters at engineering 2) their skills make them incredibly sought after to the point that they are in essence a protected species by the inquisition 3) their ships are so advance that nobody can catch them and even if they do, they are known to make tools in captivity to escape which means that you cannot force one to do something it doesn't want 4) similarly they have a very low list of needs to be happy. The only detractor is that this all may be instinct, but then again they form familial social groups and are capable of advance combat tactics and raiding strategies, so they most likely just aren't understood. Worse case scenario: literal return to monkey!
Reminds me of Rankin Bass Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Mrs. Clause saying "EAT papa, EAT!" Also, I liked how the implied reason you would even agree to be in the 40k universe was just so you could have access to resources to exterminate the Tau.
@@brigidtheirish From 1d4chan: The Halfling Rebellion Whilst the Moot has traditionally been a peaceful place largely spared the wars that've wrecked the rest of the Empire's shit time and time again, there is a particularly notable exception in that history. The so-called "Halfling Rebellion" is a particularly bloody piece of the Moot's history that occurred in early 2502, Imperial Calender. A Goblin Warlord named Nhobgarg was gathering a WAAAGH over in the Worlds Edge Mountains, which prompted the Elector Counts of Stirland and Averland to agree to unite their forces in a singular counter-crusade. There was just one problem: how to get the two armies together to march on the Worlds Edge Mountains? The answer was simple; to use their common borders on the Moot and march their forces through it. But that posed its own problems. First, they would have to pass through halfling country, already a trial in and of itself. Second, the Moot's roads and bridges are _legendarily_ awful, even by Imperial standards. Finally, the proposed route would require crossing the River Stir. Now, there were certainly local ferries criss-crossing the River Stir, but attempting to use ferries to transport a whole army and all its baggage would have been ridiculously impractical even if said ferries _weren't_ being managed by a race notorious for its indolence and larcenous inclinations. Full of good intentions, the Elector Count of Averland sought a diplomatic solution, petitioning the Council of Elders for the right for his army to not only move through the Moot, but to engineer superior roads and bridges as they traveled, an act that would incidentally benefit the Moot greatly by making trade and travel through their lands much easier. Unfortunately, halflings are as avaricious as they are gluttonous, and so this kind of enlightened self-interest wasn't enough; the Averlander Count had to sweeten the pot with a colossal bribe of gold and livestock before he got permission. Still, permission was received and the engineers of Averland set to work, making pretty good time... up until they reached the River Stir. That was when things started to go wrong. The Averland engineers began to sink pilings for the new bridge; so far, so good. And then they woke up the next morning, and some cheeky bastard had scattered the pilings, forcing them to start over! And when they did, the next day, it happened again! And again! They posted guards, but said guards would vanish with the stones, only to turn up serveral days later in nearby ditches, bound and gagged. As it just so happened, the area where the Averlanders were trying to build their bridge was "controlled" by a halfling ferry clan, the Tomfiddle family, and it didn't take a genius to realize that they were probably behind all this goblin business. The Averlanders pleaded with the Moot Elders to make the Tomfiddles knock it off... and instead, the Elders said that they couldn't; they only gave the Count of Averland permission to build _roads,_ they never said anything about _bridges!_ Now, it's anyone's guess why the Moot Elders would do this. Maybe they were hoping to score another bribe; halflings are infamously corrupt, even compared to their human neighbors, after all. Maybe they were just reacting with knee-jerk halfling bigotry, instinctively deciding to support their own kind as a "screw you" to the humans, without considering the logical repercussions of their actions. Either way, it was the absolute *worst* decision they could have made. Most Elector Counts would have taken a very dim view of these shenanigans, but the Elector Count of Averland at the time was Marius Leitdorf. A man whose own people called him "The Mad Count". We don't know the precise details of what communication was exchanged between the two sides, but the Moot Elders decided that the best course of action to take with an Elector Count infamous for his unpredictable behavior and maniac outbursts of intense rage was to continue provoking him. The end result? Marius gathered the Averland forces and marched against the Moot, with the stated intent of massacring the entire population. No joke; his order to his men was literally "slaughter every one of the malodorous runts". Realizing they had perhaps made a boo-boo, the Moot's Elders marshalled all the halfling warriors they could find and sent them to the Moot's southern borders to intercept the Averland forces. It went... even worse than you're thinking; the so-called "Battle of Nearstream" became one of the most one-sided slaughters in Imperial history as the halflings took one look at the grim-featured humans marching stoically towards them and collectively thought "stuff this for a game of soldiers!" They turned and ran before the Averlanders had so much as begun the attack, but being small and near-morbidly obese to a one, they were swiftly overrun and slaughtered. Most Elector Counts would have had their ardor cooled by this first blood, and would have leveraged the butchery to wring the Moots' Elders' necks _metaphorically_ now that they had them fully intimidated. But Marius was nuttier than a squirrel turd, so as far as he was concerned, the fight was just beginning. We don't know the details of Marius' rampage, except that it become so excessively bloody that over three quarters of his army quit in disgust, an act that only further enflamed the mad count's rage, to the point he would spend the small hours stalking the mist-shrouded fields and screaming challenges at trees and shrubs. Whilst the dwindling population of the Moot either ran for their lives or otherwise tried to avoid being butchered, the Elders hid themselves in the deepest, darkest holes they could find and began sending desperate letters for aid to literally anyone in the Empire they thought might be able to help them. One of the people they contacted was, of course, Emperor Karl Franz, who was mortified to hear what Marius was up to - as annoying as the halflings might be, letting one electoral province massare another would set a bad precedent. So he immediately dispatched the Reiksguard to bring the Count of Averland to heel. But it would take time for his forces to arrive. Luckily for the Moot, two of their letters found receptive mercenaries. The first was Lumpin Croop, whose Fighting Cocks immediately came running to the motherland's aid in a patriotic fury. Far more useful was the second; the Tyrant of a small ogre tribe, one Blaut Feastmaster. Mustering his whole tribe, or at least a decently large gathering of his bully-boys, Blaut came thundering along to the Moot and agreed to bash the Averlanders. Who knows what the Moot Elders offered to _pay_ for his protection, but it evidently worked. The details of the subsequent battle are murky. All we know for sure is that Marius emerged alive and apparently sated his bloodlust, at least enough that when the Empire finally caught up with him, he called off his attempted halfling genocide. The proof? The halflings are still alive! Thus ended the Halfling Rebellion. As for Blaut Feastmaster? We don't know if he left of his own volition or ran with his tail between his legs, but he definitely didn't leave the Moot empty-handed. No, when he returned to the Ogre Kingdoms, he brought entire _clans_ of halflings with him, dragging them back to serve as slaves in the Mountains of Mourn. To this day, the Feastmaster tribe is famous for scorning the use of gnoblars and instead keeping dozens upon dozens of halfling slaves to attend their every whim, which means they have some of the best cooking in the entirety of the Ogre Kingdoms, something that attracts great envy from their fellows. And so the once fat, lazy little bastards instead find themselves working like dogs to keep life and limb intact in the service of bigger and _meaner_ fat great bastards. Who says there's no justice in the Warhammer world? If karma has any sense of humor, the entirety of the Tomfiddle clan is there now.
@@brigidtheirish I have _no_ idea why they thought going through The Moot would be quicker. Hell, there's a road running right through Averland that cuts straight through the World's Edge Mountains; and the only locations close to The Moot are a giant lake and two Dwarf cities.
If it's about what best chaos god to join I would choose nurgle yes you become disgusting and ugly but you're hard to kill and you're feel positive most of the time
I would have been eldars (40k) if they didn't have to fight among themselves like idiots! If is fantasy is ogres,Orks or dark elves because if my mom is hot nobody can say shit to me if a hit on that
I’d definitely be an ogre. Pretty much all you’d do is fight and eat, and you excel at both. And if you were an ogre living among humans, you’d be the strongest being around about 98% of the time
I think the central mistake the original creator made in his assessment is that ogres just "like food". No, they are literally cursed by their pit god with eternal hunger to the point of everything in their society revolves around eliviating that ever pressing need as much as possible. That sounds to me like a miserable existence.
Orks and Ogres are similar in that orks love to fight and like eating and ogres love eating and like fighting
It's almost like Gork and Mork. One is Brutally Cunning and the other is Cunningly Brutal...
No, there is a difference between orks and ogres, orks love to fight a lot and that is all they ever think about, sitting around and relaxing isn't one of there pass times and eating isn't a big part of their culture, think back to Grom the paunch, the only fat green skin ever, when he went on a WAAAGH he stopped at an imperial city and just sat there and was content to stay there and when the orks noticed this they slowly left the WAAAGH to find better fights, hell even Grom's shaman Blacktoof said that Gork and Mork demand more good fights from Grom, Gork and Mork were never gods of hunger they were gods of cunning brutality and brutal cunning, the Great Maw and the Fire Mouth were their own gods and they were very unique, but GW decided to get lazy and just made Gorkamorka into a "hungry" god which is bs in my opinion and I will never let this go by gum.
@@individual2122I wouldn't say exactly they went lazy, its more like Gorkamorka became the embodiment of all his followers: a stompy god that can solve most if not all problems by stomping them (Gargants), with an insatiable hunger and thirst as seen with his competition against Sigmar (Ogors) and then obviously his desire for a good and brutal fight no matter against who (Greenskins)
So funny story. Ogres have a unit called an Ogre Maneater, and they're not called that because they like to eat humans; they DO, but so does every other Ogre. No, Maneaters are called that because they adopt some of the habits of the cultures they hire themselves out as, and presumably form the foundation of all scientific, technological, and cultural evolution in the Ogre Kingdoms. As an example, some Ogres have managed to wander over to Nippon and became fascinated by ninjas. So they started wearing black pajamas and socks with sandals, started chucking shields like shurikens, and presumably spent an inordinate time learning how to be sneaky and perform ninjutsu like a bunch of Naruto weebs. Whether they were successful in any of this is debatable since Ogre Ninjas aren't a unit you can use(I think...), but undoubtedly some of them managed to come back to the Ogre Kingdoms and showed off their ability to throw shit with decent accuracy for an Ogre, which may or may not have impressed their fellow Ogres.
What I'm saying is that Ogres are big on cultural appropriation, and probably learned the finer points of cooking, brewing, forging, and fighting just by imitating other races.
Because if Ogre learn to cook, Ogre make better food, and can eat more better food.
Maneaters are actually called that because the ultimate example of them, this guy named Golgfag, was nicknamed that as a consequence of him eating the paymaster of a mercenary company in an argument over Golgfag's work fee.
And before anyone asks, Golgfag hates the nickname because he actually prefers halflings as both kinds of a food source.
Ogres are the perfect Oni race for a Nippon setting.
The Ogres are essentially a race of semi-intelligent Bull Ogryns, and if they were ever somehow uplifted into a space-faring civilization, they would probably be more dangerous than the Tau.
Heads up, kholek is even more terrifying in III, like to the point he can deal 1.2k weapon damage and be near unkillable.
Yes he inadvertently wiped out my friends entire empire during a pvp game
"Nothing is stronger than an Ogre"
Lizardmen Lore: allow us to introduce ourselves.
Dinosaurs? Big food!
Being an Ogre is just like being Grom the Paunch, but you don't have to be a little bitch!
Lizardman Reality: I'll just see myself out....
ok, hear me out: Jokaero. 1) incredible grasp on any and all technology, they are masters at engineering 2) their skills make them incredibly sought after to the point that they are in essence a protected species by the inquisition 3) their ships are so advance that nobody can catch them and even if they do, they are known to make tools in captivity to escape which means that you cannot force one to do something it doesn't want 4) similarly they have a very low list of needs to be happy. The only detractor is that this all may be instinct, but then again they form familial social groups and are capable of advance combat tactics and raiding strategies, so they most likely just aren't understood. Worse case scenario: literal return to monkey!
No no… he has a point
old man reacts to every single space marine legion in a nutshell 👌
Reminds me of Rankin Bass Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Mrs. Clause saying "EAT papa, EAT!"
Also, I liked how the implied reason you would even agree to be in the 40k universe was just so you could have access to resources to exterminate the Tau.
Warhammer Fantasy Halfling. All the good bits of being an ogre, none of the nightmare cannibalism.
As long as you’re not in the part of the world that hunts Halflings.
Yeah, it's definitely a toss up between orks and ogres. I'm leaning toward ogres since I *really* like food.
The Feastmaster Tribe has the best meals because they have Halfling servants instead of Gnoblars.
@@Xalerdane Smart ogres!
@@brigidtheirish From 1d4chan:
The Halfling Rebellion
Whilst the Moot has traditionally been a peaceful place largely spared the wars that've wrecked the rest of the Empire's shit time and time again, there is a particularly notable exception in that history.
The so-called "Halfling Rebellion" is a particularly bloody piece of the Moot's history that occurred in early 2502, Imperial Calender. A Goblin Warlord named Nhobgarg was gathering a WAAAGH over in the Worlds Edge Mountains, which prompted the Elector Counts of Stirland and Averland to agree to unite their forces in a singular counter-crusade. There was just one problem: how to get the two armies together to march on the Worlds Edge Mountains? The answer was simple; to use their common borders on the Moot and march their forces through it. But that posed its own problems. First, they would have to pass through halfling country, already a trial in and of itself. Second, the Moot's roads and bridges are _legendarily_ awful, even by Imperial standards. Finally, the proposed route would require crossing the River Stir. Now, there were certainly local ferries criss-crossing the River Stir, but attempting to use ferries to transport a whole army and all its baggage would have been ridiculously impractical even if said ferries _weren't_ being managed by a race notorious for its indolence and larcenous inclinations.
Full of good intentions, the Elector Count of Averland sought a diplomatic solution, petitioning the Council of Elders for the right for his army to not only move through the Moot, but to engineer superior roads and bridges as they traveled, an act that would incidentally benefit the Moot greatly by making trade and travel through their lands much easier. Unfortunately, halflings are as avaricious as they are gluttonous, and so this kind of enlightened self-interest wasn't enough; the Averlander Count had to sweeten the pot with a colossal bribe of gold and livestock before he got permission. Still, permission was received and the engineers of Averland set to work, making pretty good time... up until they reached the River Stir.
That was when things started to go wrong. The Averland engineers began to sink pilings for the new bridge; so far, so good. And then they woke up the next morning, and some cheeky bastard had scattered the pilings, forcing them to start over! And when they did, the next day, it happened again! And again! They posted guards, but said guards would vanish with the stones, only to turn up serveral days later in nearby ditches, bound and gagged.
As it just so happened, the area where the Averlanders were trying to build their bridge was "controlled" by a halfling ferry clan, the Tomfiddle family, and it didn't take a genius to realize that they were probably behind all this goblin business. The Averlanders pleaded with the Moot Elders to make the Tomfiddles knock it off... and instead, the Elders said that they couldn't; they only gave the Count of Averland permission to build _roads,_ they never said anything about _bridges!_
Now, it's anyone's guess why the Moot Elders would do this. Maybe they were hoping to score another bribe; halflings are infamously corrupt, even compared to their human neighbors, after all. Maybe they were just reacting with knee-jerk halfling bigotry, instinctively deciding to support their own kind as a "screw you" to the humans, without considering the logical repercussions of their actions. Either way, it was the absolute *worst* decision they could have made.
Most Elector Counts would have taken a very dim view of these shenanigans, but the Elector Count of Averland at the time was Marius Leitdorf. A man whose own people called him "The Mad Count". We don't know the precise details of what communication was exchanged between the two sides, but the Moot Elders decided that the best course of action to take with an Elector Count infamous for his unpredictable behavior and maniac outbursts of intense rage was to continue provoking him. The end result? Marius gathered the Averland forces and marched against the Moot, with the stated intent of massacring the entire population. No joke; his order to his men was literally "slaughter every one of the malodorous runts".
Realizing they had perhaps made a boo-boo, the Moot's Elders marshalled all the halfling warriors they could find and sent them to the Moot's southern borders to intercept the Averland forces. It went... even worse than you're thinking; the so-called "Battle of Nearstream" became one of the most one-sided slaughters in Imperial history as the halflings took one look at the grim-featured humans marching stoically towards them and collectively thought "stuff this for a game of soldiers!" They turned and ran before the Averlanders had so much as begun the attack, but being small and near-morbidly obese to a one, they were swiftly overrun and slaughtered.
Most Elector Counts would have had their ardor cooled by this first blood, and would have leveraged the butchery to wring the Moots' Elders' necks _metaphorically_ now that they had them fully intimidated. But Marius was nuttier than a squirrel turd, so as far as he was concerned, the fight was just beginning.
We don't know the details of Marius' rampage, except that it become so excessively bloody that over three quarters of his army quit in disgust, an act that only further enflamed the mad count's rage, to the point he would spend the small hours stalking the mist-shrouded fields and screaming challenges at trees and shrubs. Whilst the dwindling population of the Moot either ran for their lives or otherwise tried to avoid being butchered, the Elders hid themselves in the deepest, darkest holes they could find and began sending desperate letters for aid to literally anyone in the Empire they thought might be able to help them.
One of the people they contacted was, of course, Emperor Karl Franz, who was mortified to hear what Marius was up to - as annoying as the halflings might be, letting one electoral province massare another would set a bad precedent. So he immediately dispatched the Reiksguard to bring the Count of Averland to heel. But it would take time for his forces to arrive.
Luckily for the Moot, two of their letters found receptive mercenaries. The first was Lumpin Croop, whose Fighting Cocks immediately came running to the motherland's aid in a patriotic fury. Far more useful was the second; the Tyrant of a small ogre tribe, one Blaut Feastmaster. Mustering his whole tribe, or at least a decently large gathering of his bully-boys, Blaut came thundering along to the Moot and agreed to bash the Averlanders. Who knows what the Moot Elders offered to _pay_ for his protection, but it evidently worked.
The details of the subsequent battle are murky. All we know for sure is that Marius emerged alive and apparently sated his bloodlust, at least enough that when the Empire finally caught up with him, he called off his attempted halfling genocide. The proof? The halflings are still alive! Thus ended the Halfling Rebellion.
As for Blaut Feastmaster? We don't know if he left of his own volition or ran with his tail between his legs, but he definitely didn't leave the Moot empty-handed. No, when he returned to the Ogre Kingdoms, he brought entire _clans_ of halflings with him, dragging them back to serve as slaves in the Mountains of Mourn. To this day, the Feastmaster tribe is famous for scorning the use of gnoblars and instead keeping dozens upon dozens of halfling slaves to attend their every whim, which means they have some of the best cooking in the entirety of the Ogre Kingdoms, something that attracts great envy from their fellows. And so the once fat, lazy little bastards instead find themselves working like dogs to keep life and limb intact in the service of bigger and _meaner_ fat great bastards.
Who says there's no justice in the Warhammer world? If karma has any sense of humor, the entirety of the Tomfiddle clan is there now.
@@Xalerdane They couldn't go *around* the Moot? Dealing with halflings seems like more trouble than it's worth unless you're buying food.
@@brigidtheirish I have _no_ idea why they thought going through The Moot would be quicker.
Hell, there's a road running right through Averland that cuts straight through the World's Edge Mountains; and the only locations close to The Moot are a giant lake and two Dwarf cities.
*looks at the brick on the sidewalk in deep contemplation*
all this is needed now is "Humanity is the Worst Warhammer Race to Live as" by pancreasnowork
Funny you should mention that.... New upload done!
@@OldManReacts wait what?!
Brothers, I wish to return to monke.
If it's about what best chaos god to join I would choose nurgle yes you become disgusting and ugly but you're hard to kill and you're feel positive most of the time
Ogres Milord!
These brutish nomads are as strong as they are stupid!
Ducky
I would have been eldars (40k) if they didn't have to fight among themselves like idiots! If is fantasy is ogres,Orks or dark elves because if my mom is hot nobody can say shit to me if a hit on that
I think warhammer 3 is worth it now that immortal empires is out. Absolutely addicted at the moment.
OMR be that guy that would look at the onset of the Renaissance's art changes and point at stained glass and say 'No. THAT isn't art, THIS is art.'
.... IT IS YOU HEATHEN! LOOK AT IT'S BEAUTY!!!!! It's shiny.... Shiny....
I’d definitely be an ogre. Pretty much all you’d do is fight and eat, and you excel at both. And if you were an ogre living among humans, you’d be the strongest being around about 98% of the time
Good content bro
Dwarfs for me Im already 5'6
Ow my pancreas seems to malfunction
ORKS ORKS ORKS ORKS! *WAAAAAAAGH!*
I think the central mistake the original creator made in his assessment is that ogres just "like food".
No, they are literally cursed by their pit god with eternal hunger to the point of everything in their society revolves around eliviating that ever pressing need as much as possible.
That sounds to me like a miserable existence.
Every living thing is always hungry most of the time. At least as an ogre you’d be bigger and stronger than most things
@@bluelaser1012And although its true, it may be a curse, they actually don't seem to really mind it, hell they LOVE food
@@fildariusv7045sounds like, to an ogre, this curse was naught but a blessing in disguise
Grailknight Ogre
Correct answer is daemon prince of Slaanesh.
You should see his latest video; Why Fantasy is better than 40K.
Oh sweet maybe we can get some more regular age of Sigmar content
And I can already tell his not going to like the recent Tau video PancreasNoWork did if he ever watches it