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Rendered in soft film grain and warm tonal balance, a Goff Nob reclines on a rusted tank hatch laid flat on the sand. His green belly is oiled and glistening under blooming lens glare, shaded only by a dented solar panel held up by terrified Gretchin. He sips from a hollow servo skull, umbrella poking out of the top. His boltgun lies across his lap like a sleepy pet. A squig nibbles his boot, ignored. In the distance, another greenskinned Ork rides a surfboard atop a large wave, caught in high-speed motion tracking. It’s peaceful. It’s violent. It’s Orky.