Even sated, the adventurers still did not wonder how the ork in the boat had gotten to them. So I had the submarine full of orks, a leviathan actually, smash into both their boats, and made them figure out how to get aboard the inhabited sea creature to begin the undersea adventure I had in store for them. They barely held on the Demon Blue diamond. Had it fallen into the hands of Oceanus, the Sea God, things would've gotten interesting for the next player-characters in the campaign. The Cult of the Sky Beetle would not get the artifact and the city-state of Gul would fall to the orkish horde besieging it.
The above yarn is from 1980, though the TV commercial may have come later. I wrote an article for a zine called the Hobbit Hole with this post's title around March of '98. It recounted the tale that you've just read, and went on to talk about RPGers trying to be creative in how "monster-kin" are presented. But though I have been role-playing, now called tabletop roleplaying, since 1978, maybe '79, about 41 years, I am still a "New Wave fantasist." Yeah. About one hundred years of gnomes in blimps, vampire elves, and spaceships crashed atop mountains, Monty Cook's room with an ork guarding a pie still stumps the average "OSR" aficionado.
And do me another favor, don't act like you know crap about orks or old school gaming. The species has moved beyond a take on the novel House on the Borderland and fantasy gaming has always had strong female characters. Thanks for the point out though, I'll buy it next week to add to my ork library.