The Kitten army rises once more and drags Warboss to his adorable doom on

My Hill

While you're both away, A still-living Snurl claws his way out of the grave with a single purpose in mind, Planting the flag on My Hill in celebration of his 14,000th post.

Dakka On!

After clawing my way out of the kitten pit, I go to the hill with respect of snurl's 14,000th post. I then set the flag on fire on

My Hill

I wring your fuzzy little neck on My Hill.

I egg your house on

My Hill

None escape the Kitten pit on

My Hill

The SPCA views the kitten pit with ill reguard, and hauls you and the animals off of My Hill.

PETA is displeased with you for how you're treating the kittens on my Hill and you are soon caught up in legal battles on

My Hill

My closing arguments make everyone cry. Charges are dropped and we celebrate on My Hill.

I load in the fireworks the wrong way and accidentally burn everyone on

My (flashy) Hill

I rise from the ashes like a Phoenix on

My Hill

I mistake your Phoenix for a Pheasant and open fire.
Roast bird for supper on My Hill.

I eat snurl's food on

My HIll

I beat the stuffing out of you on My Hill.

I put the stuffing back in on

My Hill

Once more I rise from the ashes on

My Hill

I put a Bolt Pistol round into your skull and call a blizzard. No more ashes on

My Hill

The blizzard takes six to eight weeks delivery on My Hill.

I sit around waiting for the package to arrive on

Snurl's Hill (give it a bit, it'll be here soon)

I play Warhammer with WarbossDakka on My Hill to kill the time.

You bring Triple Wraithknights to a friendly game. I flip the table and leave you trapped on

My Hill

My list was legit. I go big or go home. I flip the hill and trap you beneath My Hill.

I get an evil list off the internet and stuff it down your throat on

My Hill

I regurgitate your list all over My Hill.

Then I mop.

i get a fire engine and hose you, the lists and everything off the hill

My hill

Budget cuts put you out of a job. WarbossBrexit laughs maniacly on

My Hill

i get a load from the Russain banks, hire new fire engine and hose you off

my hill

All of the hosing causes sediment runoff from the hill to foul the bay, causing the Environmental Protection Agency to drag you off of My Hill.

I cut all the pumpkins and send them to supermarkets ready for Halloween on

My Hill

The ghosts of the Pumpkins return each night and scare you off of My Hill.
Bwa-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!

I join a unit with a Chaplain. My zealotness makes me destroy all pumpkins on

My Hill

A hill without pumpkins is like a day without sunshine.
Since the sun is gone, your Chaplain declares heresey and purges you from My Hill.

In the grim darkness of the pumpkin-free future, the hill becomes a shrine to chaos. The chaplain and all others flee in horror and madness.



My hill.

I order the Ordo Malleus to wipe you from

My Hill

Since it is no longer fifth edition, they fail horribly. I put candles in their desecrated skulls and make a new jack-o-lantern patch on My Hill.

Being sick and tired of all the Heresy on my Hill. I nuke it from orbit

My Hill

With the destruction of another hill, I relocate on the new and improved

My Hill

Looks like a nice new hill. I'll take it!
I hire a landscaping company to put down some fresh sod, then tell you to GET OFF MY LAWN!!! On

My hill.

Unfortunately you hired my company, and I hide a clause in the contract that gives me the Hill

My Hill

I quickly buy you out

My Hill

Your legalese fails you and I end up buying out your company instead.

My Hill

Naturally, this legal wrangling was simply all part of the plan.

Tzeentch declares this

My hill.

Tzeentch also gifts you with Ten Thousand Pumpkins. Their vines quickly seize you and render you helples on....
My Hill.

I eat more pumpkin pie on

My Hill

In your haste to gorge yourself with pumpkin pie, you unwittingly set me free, and are too full to do anything about it on

My hill.

You unwittingly find yourself running away from me Indiana Jones style from my (now) round body. After being flattened, you become part of

My Hill

The flattened husk of Chaos Legionnaire makes a fine addition to My (haunted) Hill





<<34 Days until Halloween>>

As I patiently await the commencement of my legion's resurrection ritual, I continue to haunt

My hill.

I laugh at the idea of a ghost haunting himself. I buy a bunch of Haribos in preperation for Halloween on

My Hill

The Haribos can't take you seriously with your giant round bloated body. They carve you into a huge Jack 'O Lantern for display on top of My Hill.

You soon realise my bloated body was only a hard exterior, and a smaller version was controlling me from the inside. I charge out of the body, guns blazing on

My Hill

Your bullets pass right through me on My Hill.

I call the ghost busters.



I enjoy my ghost free hill.

My legionnaires arrive and inter my flattened-but-still-conscious self into a chaos dreadnought (yes, I still call it that) on



My hill.

You roll a 1 on dangerous terrain. I laugh as you are stuck on

My Hill

You both sink slowly into the quicksand on My Hill.

I use plot armour to escape the quicksand. I am invunerable on

My Hill

The quicksand is no match for my awesome dreadnoughtiness. I easily step out, go into a fire frenzy and cleanse


My hill.

Your gun barrels are fouled with quicksand residue and backfire when you attempt to begin your fire-frenzy. Everyone dies laughing on My Hill.

I unleash the Kitten Army (tm) on

My Hill

I counter with the Dogs of War on My Hill.

I grab and run off with

My Hill

Amused by the hilariously epic failure of my fire frenzy, Tzeentch gifts me with a fully restored body ( with a vestigial tentacle thrown in.)
I exit my dreadnought, chase you down, and take back

My hill.

The Hill is intercepted at the 30 yard line and run all the way to the end zone of My Hill.

Confused at what you are doing, the very British Warboss throws scolding hot tea at you, until you perish from burns. I then take back

My (Gentlemanly) Hill

The very American Chaos Legionnaire stages a revolution, kicks you out, and hosts a fireworks display and a NASCAR race on



My hill

I break down the nationality barrier on

My Hill

I build a wall on my Hill and kick out everyone.

My Hill

I build a wall around your wall and imprison you on My Hill.

I make both of you pay for your walls. You go broke and I buy you out.

My hill.

I call the Imperial Fists to knock down the walls on

My Hill

I distract the Fists with a squad of Adeptus Sororitas. Then I fill the walls with concrete, entombing Chaos Legionnaire inside My Hill.

I manage to swim out while the cement is still wet.
Unfortunately, it then dries making a life size statue of me.
My fanatical followers flock to this new holy site, crowding the rest of you out of



My hill.

I pass my leadership check and order Bring It Down! on the statue, Your followers scatter on

My Hill

My Eldar Rangers snipe you, and your men fail their leadership test. You all fall back in disarray from

My Hill

My Power Rangers snipe your Eldar Rangers and I resume command on My Hill.

Your Power Rangers have to go home early (it's a school night) and I easily retake

My hill.

My Wraithknights charge up the Hill and stomp you into a fine red mist

My Hill

You get BLAMmed by your local Commisar. No xenos. I stride onto

My Hill

You stride right into my minefield. I gather up your pieces to make more zombies for My Hill.

With the lack of brains, the zombies start grazing on pumpkins. That technically means its

My Hill

You think a measly bolt pistol will stop my Wraithknights? You are all stomped into a fine paste on

My Hill

Twas a grav pistol friend.

I promptly Skyhammer Annihilation Force the daylights out the Wraithknight on

My Hill

My disembodied spirit possesses your chapter master and your entire skyhammer annihilation force falls to chaos, adding to my legions on




My hill.

Chaos do not have access to Grav Cannons or Drop Pods, so they kind of just... sit there. The rest of my army eliminate the traitors on

My Hill

I cast an Eldritch Storm on my Hill, and all are swept from the Hill in a storm of psychic energy.

My Hill

I deny the witch and allow everyone else to perish. I then sit down with a gravcannon and try to figure out how it works on



My hill.

The GW gods fry your brain just as you work it out. I then reclaim the 8 grav cannons I just lost on

My Hill

I distract you with a bright shiny thing and take back My Hill.

You are mobbed by raccoons which are attracted to your shiny thing.
I spray on raccoon repellent and, laughing maniacally, casually stride to the top of


My hill.

I release the kraken on

My Hill

I put the Kraken back in Chuck Norris' aquarium on my hill.

While you're busy fishing I over run My Hill.

I divide by zero and annihilate the Hill.

I then lead the Kitten Army up another, better Hill

My Hill

The kittens chew your new hill to shreds. Meanwhile I have rebuilt My Hill.

While you are waiting for the inspectors to approve your reconstructed hill, I sneak up the other side and stand gloriously atop


My hill.

Your hill fails its food hygiene checks and is forced to close down. I build a new gormet resterant on

My Hill

I plant a pube in your gormet food and your restaurant is also closed for food hygiene.

I buy off the land of the failed business to get My Hill.

As you enter the abandoned business you feel you are being watched. As you investigate, you see a faint light coming from the cellar. The room is full of unused restaurant equipment, the light seems to come from way back in the corner. You wind your way to the back and see a glowing Jack 'O Lantern before you begin to scream.
Your lifeless corpse, stuffed with fortune cookies, is found at the foot of My Hill.

I walk into the restaraunt, lock the basement door, and enjoy a few well-deserved fortune cookies as I resume ownership of

My hill.

 snurl wrote:
As you enter the abandoned business you feel you are being watched. As you investigate, you see a faint light coming from the cellar. The room is full of unused restaurant equipment, the light seems to come from way back in the corner. You wind your way to the back and see a glowing Jack 'O Lantern before you begin to scream.
Your lifeless corpse, stuffed with fortune cookies, is found at the foot of My Hill.

Your freakin' me out, Snurl.

You walked into the restarant that failed its hygiene tests. You die of food poisoning on

My Hill

I bury the body and have a nice memorial service with free fortune cookies for those attending.

On My Hill, of course.

The poison in the fortune cookies does it's bloody work. If you had only read the back side of the fortunes, you would see they were manufactured by the Pun Kin bakery, a subsidiary of Snurlco. I resume command of My Hill.

I was only 'mostly dead.'

GW retcons my death and I inexplicably return, resplendent in my full plot armor.

My hill.

But you promptly fail in 12 black crusades, making you irrelevant. I battle snurlco on

My Hill

The fight is a long and bloody one. It ends abruptly at Ten PM because you have to wake up for school tomorrow on My Hill.

While you are 'tucking in' Warboss Dakka, and reading him a long and horrifying bedtime story, I retake


My hill.

Me and my Ultramarine brethren launch a drop pod assault on the Hill, and you are driven from the Hill, since Chaos always loses to the Sphess Muhreens

My Hill

When there is nothing left to kill, the Ultramarines get bored and wonder off of My Hill.

When there is no more space for pumpkin patches, snurl wanders off

My Hill

I use a good old drop kick to get you off

My Hill

I get a restraining order to keep you off My Hill.

I ignore your puny restraining order and retake

My Hill

You get fined on

My Hill

It's a fine day on My Hill.

I look at the fine details on

My Hill

My fine self retakes my hill.

I heave you off of My Hill. With finesse.

You speak your fine-al words on

My Hill

I finally retake my hill.

I define the meaning of conquest on

My Hill

I grab your dictionary and throw the book at you on My Hill.

I book you for assault on my hill.

I assault you on the hill and roll up your flanks like wholesale carpet on My Hill.

I buy the carpet on

My Hill

I carpet bomb you off of my hill.

I shag your carpet on My Hill.

I censor snurl and give him a 30 day suspension on

My Hill

I stage an anti-censorship rally on my hill.

I pray to stop these word strings on

My Hill

You prayers are answered by Chaos (or are they???) on

My hill

I question the alignment of the gods (seriously just choose which side you're on) on

My Hill

Tzeentch laughs and gifts you with spawnhood on

My hill.

Khorne laughs and throws you to the Lions on My Hill.

Slaanesh laughs and has his/her/its way with you on


My hill.

The Emperor ban hammers your precious gods (and you with it) leaving me to take possession of

My Hill

I summon Thor who hammers the emperor back to his golden toilet

My hill...

I summon Morr to drag you to the other side of My Hill.

I summon Al Gore to reduce greenhouse gasses on


My hill.

I grow pumpkins in the greenhouse on My Hill.

Your pumpkins are sold almost instantly on the run up to Halloween on

My Hill

I pull the carpet out from under you, wrap you up in it, and dump you off the side of

My Hill

While you are doing that, I retake, fortify, and mine



My hill.

It takes a few grunts, but I wipe out your forces and flush them off My Hill.

I whack your grunts over the head with the carpets I have laying around, and dust on them causes them to sneeze themselves off of

My Hill

I give them tissues on

My Hill

I hand out antihistamines which make everyone too sleepy to resist the reconquest of


My hill.

I hand out caffeinated drinks to everyone, who wake up and give me back...

Me Hill

I put on a gasmask and nbc suit then throw a few skunks on to the hill, a barrel of linx (axe) and a tear gas grenade before sitting on the hill.

My hill.

The gasmask breaks, and I watch you suffocate on

My Hill

I cleverly manipulate a gullible unit of vile plague marines to retake


My hill.

The plague marine switch sides at the sight of a TRUE follower of Nurgle and give me back

Meh Hill

If you are a true follower of Nurgle, why do you have a Khorne battlecry in your signature?

The Plague Marines help me as I'm the only one who appreciates them for them on

My Hill

i douse the hill in hundreds of glallons of bleach mixed with holy oil and vannish oxy action whitenting powder. and disolve the nurgle marines

my hill.

I changed my signature, so that all of Nurgle children will know my true purpose and help me retake

MY HILL!!!

The rotten pumpkin returns on Halloween, and the plague marines worship their one true master on My Hill.

It is Halloween and the power of Snurl is too great.
I don't even bother trying to retake the hill, but muster my legions and bide my time by going to fancy dress parties.

Happy Halloween on

Snurl's hill.

I turn Snurl into pumpkin pie on

My Hill

WOAH. Skyhammer Annihilation Force for you WK. I give the rights of the hill back to snurl as I sign a 1 day peace treaty on

Snurl's hill

Happy Halloween!

I have my Tau friend intercept and destroy your Skyhammer force, leaving it firmly in my hands.

Happy belated Halloween everyone!

Fratenizing with Xenos now, eh?

HERESY! *BLAM!*


My hill.

Still worshipping the false emperor eh?

Doombolt to the face!

My hill.

But loony toons can't cast Doombolt! Back to your own universe!

My Hill

Ahhh, but the followers of Tzeentch take many forms.

Having said that, I kabonger you off of



My hill.

I launch an artillery barrage on your position and bomb you back to the stone age on

My Hill

Since it's the stone age I throw a Rock Concert on My Hill.

The neighbors don't take well to the volume. I am distinctly quieter on

My Hill.

I summon Bam Bam to kneecap you on

My hill.

I sigh loudly as I'm forced to tell the lively kids to get off my

Hill

I evict Warboss the old coot from

My Hill

I evict you from


Mah Hill

My troops run you off of My Hill with a Bayonet Charge.

I get Chuck Norris to god-punch your troops off

my hill

Chuck Norris works for NO ONE. I decide that this hill is no longer salvageable and move onto a new and improved

My Hill

Since WarbossDakka is easier to defeat than Chuck Norris, (who isn't?) I drive him off of

My hill.

I assault the Hill and begin digging trenches, and soon the entire Hill is mired in trench warfare.

Noones Hill

I arrive with tanks and win the day, and My Hill.

I deep strike a lot of specialized anti tank Deathwatch onto

My Hill

I inferno bolt your deathwatch off of

My hill.

I'm still dug in on

My Hill

My Hill, with Chuck Norris as its guardian, is still standing.

I nuke your hill to smithereens, leaving my hill as the only one standing.
Come and take


MY HILL



If you can...

Inferior substitute hills are not in play. Five yard penalty, First Down, on My Hill.

What even is American football on

My Hill

I pimp slap you for not knowing the glory of American football, and you flee from the Hill in shame.

My Hill

I shame you for bullying WarbossDakka on


My hill.

I shamefully drag WarbossDakka back to the top of My Hill.

I'm so confused. I just sit there next to a pumpkin with limbs on

Somebody's Hill (I don't have a clue who owns it at this point)

I'll take it!

My hill.

WarbossDakka and I repulse your opportunistic land-grabbing with a Two-Pronged attack, making The Hill Great Again.

I take back the hill, making it MINE again.

My hill.

I have EmberlordofFire deported and make My Hill even greater again.

I build a wall between our two halfs of

My Hill

I host a series of free concerts, then lead a great host of the unwashed masses to the polls to vote you off of



My hill.

I upset your election, and rule on My Capitol Hill.

I love surprises.

Your (great) hill.

I lead an uprising on the Hill, and you are torn apart by the unwashed masses.

My Hill

My legions arrive with fire hoses and cleanse the unwashed masses from off

My hill.

The (now clean) masses return and dog pile on top of your legions and crush them.

My Hill

The cavalry arrive as the Great Pumpkin rises, removing both the washed and unwashed masses from My Hill.

I have you all shot for Heresy, with a capital H, including snurl's horse.

I then hold a mass prayer session to honor the Emperor on

My Hill.


PS: Deportation don't hurt Ember

In your mass prayer session, you accidentally pray the prayer found in your sig.

Consequently you are all shot for heresy and I easily retake


My hill.

I shoot you for heresy because Chaos is your first name on your birth certificate. I feel sorry for your parents hating you so on

My Hill

All of the shooting on the hill makes enough noise to wake the dead. So they do, and my zombie army rules again on My Hill.
(while I do a few shots)

I deep strike in some Deathwatch veterans with Heavy Flamers on

My Hill

Flamers can't hurt the lord of fire!

I take back my hill, change my signature and keep praying on

My Hill.

I launch a vortex missile at the Hill in disgust. My Imperial Guard then take and fortify another Hill.

My Hill

I call up a few dozen battle sisters, decare you heretics and burn everything down before building shrine and covering it with decrotive skulls.

My hill.

The Grey Knights show up, murder all of the sisters, paint their armor, then leave.

Afterwards, I casually stride over and rededicate your shrine to chaos (leaving the skulls, of course) on

My hill.

My Hellhound Flame Tanks (blessed by Ember Lord himself) burn you and your shrine to ashes.

My Hill

Cant argue with that.

I fortify War Kittens hill with barbed wire, tank traps and grilled cheese sandwiches.

War Kitten's Hill, for now...

I slather your grilled cheese with hot mustard, clip the wires and avoid the traps. Then I break out a pellet gun and send you both packing from My Hill.

I see your pellet gun and raise you a slingshot and marbles on

My hill.

I see you slingshot and assult the hill with hoards of snails carrying little laser cannons and then follow my slimey army and reclaims the hill..

My hill.

I assault your snails with salt, thus slugging them off of My Hill.

I do the impossible, see the invisible on

My Hill

I come swinging in on a wrecking ball and knock you off of


My hill.

I accentuate the positive,
Eliminate the negative,
And latch on to the affirmative.
On My Hill.

I purge the snurl parasite on

My Hill

I cleanse the hill with a large amount of air dropped vanish oxy action making it a bright gleaming white that blinds you off it.

I then dig a trench and fill it with steel Lego.

My hill.

I drive up on a big magnetic crane with dark tinted windows. I hoist your Steel Lego up and drop them into a junkyard compactor. Then I build steel-block walls around My Hill.

You leave the gate open and I walk through and retake


My hill.

My Acme Gate Trap actually works as advertised and you are pulled into another dimension on My Hill.

I bring the Grey Knights in to stop any daemons coming out of the newly formed warp rift on

My Hill

I emerge from the rift instead, and collectively whack your grey knights upside the head with a tube sock full of nickels, driving them off of



My hill.

While you fools are arguing I launch a Deathstrike missile at the Hill and send you all into low orbit on

My Hill

I nuke the hill from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

My hill.

I survive as a mutated zombie. My hill.

I control the zombies on My Hill.

I drive the zombies from my hill with my ACME zombie repellant.

I retake the hill with the combined might of the Raven Guard, Salamanders, Iron Hands and the Mighty Hamster legions behind me. The Emperor protects me on

MY HILL!

The Emperor only guards those who aren't secretly Chaos worshippers, so you are purged on

My Hill

The Emperor protects no one. He is dead and was false while he lived. I drive his deluded sycophants from


My hill.

Fool, the Emperor is eternal. All are banhammered on

My Hill

Yes, good job war kitten. You have purged the heretics from MY HILL while I was recovering from Horus's foolery.

I laugh at the spectacle of a 'possessed Khorne marine covered in spikes' who has a bug as his avatar, calling anyone a heretic.

I order you back to the ranks and retake

My hill.

Rotten Pumpkins of Nurgle have infiltrated and infected your troops. You take your last breath on My Hill.

DEATH TO THE ENEMYS OF THE EMPEROR!

MY HILL!

I give you the mighty ban hammer for using caps on

My Hill

I give you the mighty Kabonger for standing on


My hill.

I give you the razzberry for standing on My Hill.

I give you the boot on

My Hill

I send you to Boot Hill on


My hill.

I reboot My Hill.

I die with my boots on

On my hill.

Wait ...

I wait for CL's punchline on

My Hill

Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this hill a new nation, conceived in blood and dedicated to the proposition that all Dakkites are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that those Dakkites or any Dakkites so warlike and so tenacious can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of this hill as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that their flag might wave. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this hill. The brave Dakkites, here and gone who struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The boards will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us--that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion--that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this hill under Snurl shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from My Hill.

If there's a wall in our way, then we smash it down! If there isn't a hill then we carve one ourselves! The magma of our souls burns with a mighty flame! Snurl! Just who in the hell do you think we are!?

My Hill

I cover the hill in thick layers of marmite and form into into a salty yeast extract palace driving others away with its powerful flavours.

My hill also anyone have any toast....

I take that yeast and make it into Kampuchea. My hill now smells and tastes disgusting.

Papa Nurgle blesses your yeast with an infection. While you are rolling around scratching and burning, I resume command of My Hill.

I assassinate the corrupt leader Snurl, starting a revolution on

My Hill

I quickly take charge of the rabble and lead them to victory, then promptly stab you in the back and assume control of


My hill.

You awake to find a giant tribute to your greatness, a wooden pumpkin, outside of your gates. You haul it inside and party at your wonderful victories and success. Later that night, ninja spring from the pumpkin and quickly dispatch everyone. Then Snurl, the undead king, resumes his reign of terror on My Hill.

I use Heavens magic to remove the undead from

My Hill

I use Kitten magic to overwhelm you all with the urge to pet my adorable Kitten army. You all find yourselves stuck cuddling Kittens on

My Hill

I donate bags of Kitten Chow and Cat treats along with catnip mice and feather toys. Happy Thanksgiving, Dakka, wherever you are.

(relentless violence to resume on Friday)

I bring the eight-legged turkey of Tzeentch, some mashed potatoes from Nurgle's garden, Khorne on the cob, and some decadent dessert of Slaanesh.
I even invite jhe90 and Warboss Dakka (why not?) to the Thanksgiving feast on

The hill.

What do you mean "why not?" Being British I'll eat my scones instead.

Happy thanksgiving, I guess.

The Hill

Remove your foul British food from

America's Hill

My Hill.

You get jealous over Tau FW weapons.

My Hill

Except the tau just got double 6'd by a wraithknight

Because eldar are king
On my hill

There is no dawn.
Black clouds cover the sky while Tau, Space Marines, Orks and Kittens slumber. Stuffed from their feast, blissfully unaware of the evil that has befallen them. Demons attack in the pitch black fog; the senseless slaughter is legendary.
To this day, it is still known as Black Friday, on My Hill.

DEATH IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR!
Snurl and his foul legions are banished, and the servants of the Imperium rule on


The Emperor`s Hill

The Kitten army wakes from it's slumber, and Ember Lord's forces are swept away by the adorable tide

My Hill

I summon an inferno to burn all the enemy forces on

My Hill

The tears of the Emperor douse the flames on My Hill.

I trudge through the morass of soggy, charred kitten remains and plant my flag atop



My hill.

A tsunami of custard wipes the hill cleans nd I claim it.

Grab a chair and sit down eating some custard

Ten Thousand Sioux warriors wipe out Custard and his entire command on My Hill.

I weep for all the fallen kittens on

Snurls Hill

I start throwing chocolate muffins at jhe, because cake and custard is the dream on

My Hill

I burn all your baked goods. Now you can have your cake AND eat it, but its burned to a crisp.

Ember `s Hill

I break out the hot dogs and marshmellows on My Hill.

Your hotdogs burn for heresy on

My Hill

I club you over the head with a giant hot dog

My Hill

I relish your hot dog on

My hill.

I steal your hot dog just as you're about to finish on

My Hill

I drop thousands of Pringle packs about and watch as once you start yourlead away addicted to them

My hill

While the chips are down, I take back My Hill.

Unfortunately for you you wore your catnip scented armor today and you are swiftly devoured on

My Hill

I have animal control clear the hill of your feral legions.


My hill.

I bring in lots of mechs. What's animal control gonna do now?

My Hill

The Feral Legions rise up once more and clog the guns of your mechs on

My Hill

I cast a spell to make the feral legion eat endlessly.

And then direct to my handy chain of McDonalds...

My hill as legion makes me rich and will die of heart attacks in about 5 years.

My hill..

I put the Legions on a strict diet and exercise plan. You die poor on

My Hill

I drive up to the feral legions in a Milk truck and open all the valves. As the kitties gorge themselves I strike down the Golden Arches and open a drive-thru mausoleum on My Hill.

I get a job at Snurl's deadly drive-thru. Because why not.

Snurl's restaurant.

I inter you in Snurl's mausoleum, which stands atop


My hill.

You are crushed by the pudgy feral legions.

My Hill

I hold Fifty percent off coupon day on My Hill.

Getting sick of kittens pooping in the food, I decide to lead the feral legions using catnip to another hill. There I trap them in a complex spell where they cannot escape. I laugh manaically on the way back to the drive-thru in

Snurl's Restaurant

I have you bushwhacked on the way back to the restaraunt.


My hill.

I wait for you to arrive on the hill where concealed spikes covered In nuclear acid impail you, disolve you and slide back into ground.

My hill. I walk round spikes and crack open a Budweiser on a lawn chair

With Warboss' death my legions are freed from the spell, and we launch a new invasion of the Hill.

My Hill

Well done guys. Way to go. I use waterbending to scare the kittens away (cats don't like water right?), as I defend

Snurl's Restaurant

I call upon my most evil engineers and build a cannon firing a solid ball of tofu, level the restaurant and then sweep away tofu and built a monument to my self out of bacon

My hill

Cats love bacon.

My Hill

Gods love bacon too.

Ember's Hill