New drwing - two headed ork with tourette
Two heads. One body. Zero agreement.
Double the brains, twice the screaming, still dumb as shit.
Proof that two heads are worse than one.
Born to fight the world. Ended up fighting himself.
A walking argument that refuses to die.
POV: your inner monologue gains physical form.
Two brains. Both terminally online.
Self-hatred, now in stereo.
A Ork With Two Heads and Zero Fucking Peace
This creature was not born evil. It was manufactured wrong.
Somewhere between a bad shaman, cheaper mushrooms, and a complete lack of safety standards, this ork ended up with two heads stapled onto one miserable body. The result? A walking public argument that never shuts the hell up.
Both heads are fully conscious. Both are convinced they’re the smart one. Both are wrong.
They don’t whisper thoughts. They fire them out like insults in a bar fight. Every intrusive idea, every half-formed threat, every deeply incorrect opinion exits the mouth immediately and at maximum volume. If silence ever happens, even for a second, one of them panics and starts screaming just to keep reality from collapsing.
The curse isn’t violence — orks already had that covered. The curse is self-awareness without filters.
Enemies don’t fear him at first. They stand there, confused, watching a monster scream at itself about whose fault the missing leg is. Then the axe hits, the screaming continues, and suddenly everyone’s dead and no one knows who actually did it.
Allies don’t last long.
You can’t plan with him. You can’t sneak with him. You can’t even stand near him without learning what he thinks about your posture, your weapon choice, and your mother. The heads argue about tactics mid-swing, insults flying faster than blood, somehow winning fights purely out of spite.
This ork doesn’t sleep peacefully. He doesn’t rest. He doesn’t reflect.
He argues himself into tomorrow.
The real horror isn’t the muscles or the weapon or the scars. It’s that this is what happens when inner monologue becomes external reality.
Two heads. One body. No pause button.
A biological hate podcast that refuses to die.
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