Creative robot of death seeks Hive Workshops

[Black-out]

... Fzzzt! *Cough* Well good morning. A fine day to get this wicked rust off my body aye?
...
Who the hell are you? -Looks around on the suprised orcs and humans-
It appears that I have awakened in the wrong universe at the wrong time... Oh well, a Necron Lord like me can't ask for everything. This world seems quiet too living. -Shivers- God I hate that stench...

-Looks at your screen-

Well hello little friend. I am afraid I know little about this life in this... Hive-world. I hope you understand my unknowledge and that you might help me reach a point where I myself can destroy and-*cough* I mean, create and develop.
I greet you and everyone in the hive, hoping that you will help this old ma-robot.

 

[DarkAngelAzazel]

Now that's a creative introduction
(one year after your join date *cough*)

Welcome

 

[Black-out]

*Cough* Even though I am a robot, machinery such as computers never quiet like to cooperate with me. They often fall apart, explode, walk away, shoot me, unloads a cloud of toxic gas or starts discussing women.
And now I have to wait another week to get it repaired. Again...
Oh and thanks.