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It was a mix of things that brought me to starting this. I was watching Deadliest Warrior whilst reading my ork and CSM codecies and the flaming "Army not List/List not Army" threads simultaniously. Then it hit me:

Killing someone with a Blastmaster must be the most awesome thing ever.

I mean, it is the most epicly loud jam session they've ever seen. Infact, its the last they'll ever see. That's just epic.
Come to think of it, there are tons of scattered epic deaths throughout the story of this universe. If I had to pick a favorite, it'd have to be when Wazdakka killed an Emperitor Titan single handedly by jumping his bike off a raveen wall at head level with the Titan and killing its crew. So, whats your favorite, most unbearably epic death? (I'll even take ingame stories)

My Big Mek was once run over by a METAL BOX.

Phoniex Lord Fugean stands, alone in a pock marked wasteland. Raising his fire axe to the sky he bellows at dust cloud on the horizon. Once his mighty war cry has reached its peak the nimble warrior surges forward, to better meet his opponent. The Rhino's boxy shape tears through the low slung wire in this desolate place, its wake of dust an exhaust trail behind. The rhino bears down towards the charging Eldar warlord, bringing its storm bolter to the front and firing at the warrior. Fugean expertly steps around the bullets kicking up the dirt around him, still screaming the Eldar Lord leaps high into the air, his body is siloheted against the blazing sun. With a quick flip the Avatar of death swings his mighty axe with a rage that rivials that of the astartes, a gleam of heat lightning sparking around the axe head, and with a furious roar he connects! The rhino driver with a quick flick of his wrist activates a button on his console, and the wipers scrape the ancient red goo from the wind screen. Poor Fugean

when Nork Deddog killed Warboss Uglurk Gitsmasha with a headbutt of such extreme violence that his retinue of Meganobz fled for their lives.

fire4effekt wrote:Phoniex Lord Fugean stands, alone in a pock marked wasteland. Raising his fire axe to the sky he bellows at dust cloud on the horizon. Once his mighty war cry has reached its peak the nimble warrior surges forward, to better meet his opponent. The Rhino's boxy shape tears through the low slung wire in this desolate place, its wake of dust an exhaust trail behind. The rhino bears down towards the charging Eldar warlord, bringing its storm bolter to the front and firing at the warrior. Fugean expertly steps around the bullets kicking up the dirt around him, still screaming the Eldar Lord leaps high into the air, his body is siloheted against the blazing sun. With a quick flip the Avatar of death swings his mighty axe with a rage that rivials that of the astartes, a gleam of heat lightning sparking around the axe head, and with a furious roar he connects! The rhino driver with a quick flick of his wrist activates a button on his console, and the wipers scrape the ancient red goo from the wind screen. Poor Fugean

That was perfect , i had a mental image of Fuegan doing the 1980s dance before he died. ( and Eldar are my favorite army! )


Here is one , not by me though.


You know, Eldrad Ulthran really is a dick. I've said it before, and I have absolutely no doubt that I will say it again. He has skill and power of heights that are only reachable, even for most Eldar, in their dreams, and how does he use them? He uses them like this:

Years ago, a minor Ork Waaagh sprung up and launched itself against the mon-keigh world they call Lentak II. It's an insignificant planet by any definition except, apparently, Eldrad's. He summoned me and told me we were going to Lentak, and that it was of the utmost importance to see that a certain battle took a particular course. He also told me to bring along the best sniper I could find, adding that "He might come in handy," with a wink like he was passing on some kind of secret message. Typical Eldrad behavior, that.

So, we get down to the surface of Lentak and locate the "important" battle, in a rocky pass high up in a mountain range. Eldrad isn't wearing his helmet, the better to display the horribly annoying half-smile that's on his face the whole time, the one he puts on when he knows something you don't and is about to use that information. I'm busy projecting an illusion to keep mon-keigh and the Orks from noticing us, Eldrad and the sniper are just watching the battle from the rock outcrop where we're standing. Finally, Eldrad points at a particular Ork nob riding in the back of one of their wartrukks.

"That one. Take off his ear. His *left* ear. Right...now."

The sniper fires, cleanly severing the Ork's ear. The thing roars like the beast it is, looks around, and smacks the Ork beside it right off the back of the bouncing vehicle. The fallen Ork doesn't even have time to stop rolling before it gets run over by another Ork on a warbike; the bike nearly crashes, and one of the bombs sitting in a rack near the back bounces loose and falls to the ground. Eldrad looks at it, nods in satisfaction, and motions for us to leave.

Five of the Mon Keigh years pass. Five blessed, beloved years, in which I do not hear nor see Eldrad a single time. I don't know where he was, or what he does when he's not busy being a dick; probably off seducing Tau or members of whatever other young race has caught his fancy recently. Anyway, those five years pass all too quickly, and then Eldrad comes back, contacts me, and tells me we're going back to Lentak II, just the two of us. This, of course, sets my teeth on edge, because I know he's going to do something unbearably dickish, but I can't exactly refuse the most important Farseer of my Craftworld.
A total dick.
A total dick.


Sure enough, we wind up back in that same mountain pass, watching a column of Imperial Guard troops march past. This time, we're down at roughly the same level as the guardsmen, but since there are only two of us, it's easy for me to project sufficient camouflage. Good thing, because Eldrad sure wasn't helping. I notice that the wreckage from the battle years ago hasn't been completely cleaned; some has been pushed up against the walls of the pass, some hasn't.

I belatedly remember the fallen bomb and start to look for it, but before I can spot it, a Chimera with a commissar riding in its open hatch finds it on its own. The explosion bounces the vehicle into the air, and the unsecured commissar goes flying. Shrapnel flies towards us and I dodge, rolling across the ground to avoid the splintered metal.

When I look up, I see Eldrad, standing with the sunrise behind him, posed like a statue with his head high and his fists on his hips. An instant later, the commissar's hat lands right on his head. And Eldrad, the dick, holds the pose and smirks at me. I almost dropped the illusion and let the mon-keigh kill us both, but then I realized Eldrad would probably have some way of escaping even that.

Never in my nearly twenty thousand years of life have I met a bigger dick than Eldrad Ulthran.

Mekboss Wargubbinz stood before the advancing Blood Ravens force, the bald screaming leader at their head issuing orders to those he called his Spess Mehrens. Assault Marines soared overhead, landing amidst the green and blue horde of Deathskull Orks. A rumbling was heard on the horizon, and a dozen red METAL BOXES crested the hilltops, rolling down into the valley.

But Wargubbinz was unafraid. Last night, an ancient and wise Eldar Farseer had come to him, giving him a strange weapon that hummed with ancient power. He had assured him that it was capable of stopping a Greater Daemon in its tracks. As the first Rhino loomed before him, Wargubbinz raised the alien gun and fired.

From the end popped a short wooden stick. From the stick unfolded a white flag with human letters on it. The Mek's limited vocabulary recognised it as... bang.

Wargubbinz felt a pang of regret as the Rhino ran him over, the weight of the vehicle pulverising his body into a gory mess and bursting his head like an overripe melon. The last thing he heard before he died was a warning, a message issued to him by a mighty lord of Chaos.

"METAL BOXES!"

Deep in the roiling depths of the Warp, an ancient and wise Eldar Farseer giggled to himself.
"Just as planned," he snickered.
He was a total dick.

It has to be the Forix from Storm of iron as he jumped on a warhound titan and pounded the ankle
joint with his power fist and as the warhound titan fell over, he killed the crew then dust cleared and then only to be hit with
Turbo laser blast and vulcan mega bolter fire from another titan.

I saw a Big Mek use his Shokk Attack Gun to teleport himself next to an 8-man squad of Assault Terminators. That wasn't pretty. Pretty awesome death though. We laughed a lot.

The mighty baneblade thundered forward releasing an unrelenting volume of fire its might cannons blasting the hordes of the great devourer before it. Suddenly a squad of combi melta equipped sternguard drop podded in behind the lumbering behemoth blasting the traitorous machine, but their valiant efforts were not enough only managing to damage its drive before it turned its thunderous cannon on them. the great devourer was not going to let the precious biomass be destroyed by this metal creature. The remains of a horde of gene stealers rushed towards the monstrous thing slowly rending off armour tearing tracks until finally Bio entity 2165482 leapt forth and struck through the mighty armour and breached the atomic core of the baneblade starting a subatomic reaction destrying all around it consuming the valourous sternguard the traitorous guard and some of the great devourers own beasts.

The mighty baneblade thundered forward releasing an unrelenting volume of fire

Awesome.

On your drop ship hull.
I planted a melta bomb.
Blood for the Blood God.

A great moment in teamkilling history.

I enjoyed the death of my friend's Aspiring Champion in a recent game.

He was against nids and some dedicated shooting took the unit down to just a single marine and the PF champ.

Some hormagaunts assaulted him (leaving synapse range) and his partner, and killed the vanilla marine.

The champion struck back, killed three, and made those gaunts run like little women back into synapse range.

Then, on the chaos players turn, he charged a unit of Termagaunts. He went in there, survived all twelve attacks thrown at him, and whooped down on 3 more gaunts. After measuring, they were out of synapse range too, and fled like little girls.

Sadly, he died to their shooting next turn (they fled about 3" to get back into synapse).


It's still alovely image. The one, crazy, screaming khornate champion yelling 'BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD" and chasing two full broods of gaunts back to their babysitting warriors. What a classy guy.

So i decide to give Sly marbo a try ,again, each time he has failed spectacularly.

I decide the explosive charge would be perfect for wiping out a pesky assault squad, so he pops up. Readies his finely trained arm and,,,,, fumbles the explesive right at his feet killing marbo.

My Chaos Lord took a rail gun shot to the face from about 48" away.
Instant Death.
God, I hate the new line of sight.

The Tau were down to their last squad, huddled behind a crumbling wall. The Shas'O stood, it's guns still smoking as it stared into the smoke screen launched by the Chaos Dreadnought to thwart his fire. He knew the enemy had lost their transports and they had only to hold the objective to claim equal ground with the gui'la.

The corroded backdrop of the battlebarge faded, and for a brief moment, the Obliterator could see twisting expanse that defied explanation. A roar of pistons ignited his audio sensors and his vision was clouded by black smoke. The plan had been that they would deepstrike behind the Tau, and lay into them with flamers from both sides, claiming the objective. The smoke began to clear and he realised the noise had stopped. He glanced towards his partner and then turned around to come face to grill with the corrupted, mechanical abomination.

'Oh, frag.'

The thought hung in his head and timed seemed to stop. Then the creature roared and spewed flames so intense nothing was left of the Obliterator but its mutated, large boots. The second Obliterator began to run only to be hit by a Multi-meltagun shot through its abdomin, cutting it in half.

The Shas'O blinked. He wasn't quite sure what was happening, but he thought it best to take advantage of the situation. He opened up with both of his energy weapons, scorching the hull of the monster, but he could not seem to break it. The Dreadnought reared and opened up with as much fire as it had released on its allies. All he could hear were the screams of his Firewarriors next to him before he was cut down by a Multi-melta shot.

True story. This is why we take Chaos Dreadnoughts.

Captain Feril of the Night Predator chapter charged against the Ork line. Most of the Orks were allready dead, shot by the holy weapon of the Emperor. Captain Feril looked to the hill, and saw a bunch of Gretchin atop it, guided by Ork Runthrend. "For the Emperor, clean that hill of filhty xenos!" he shouted. He and three of his battle-brothers started to run there. As he was running there, his chainaxe raised high, the Gretchin fired the final volley of their rusty guns. One of them hitted Captain Feril in the hand. He didn't care about this and continued to lead the charge. Then another ammo from the Gretchin hitted he in the head, somehow penetrating through his ancient power armour. The eyesight of Captain Feril turned red, and he fell down.

I had a lone Neophyte single-handedly kill a 4th Ed SM Captain with Power Axe, a Land Speeder with his bolt pistol, and two shot-up squads of Marines in H2H. By himself.

265 points of enemy models died at the hand of this one Neophyte. I like to think he lives on as my Marshal now.

CK

Eldrad is a dick of Superman proportions!

During an apocalypse battle I had some kid with traitor guard artillery and a Doomsday Device dropping crap on it without any success while it was also assaulted by Chaos Marines and Eldar. Finally something between all that got through and took it out. The result: Apocalypse explosion to the fullest extent (Triple 6's: 18" of Hell!). It took out everything I had left. I don't care that I did lose, that's how a game should end!

I think my favorite epic death in the fluff is that old article where Captain Tycho is suffering from the black rage and switches between Lemartes talking to him and seeing Sanguinius' death at the hands of Horus. It was just a cool, well written bit showing what a Blood Angel goes through and ending with Tycho's death on a mountain of dead Orks.

And my favorite subtle death is from Bastonne's (sp?) fluff bit in the new Guard Codex. He goes back to rescue one Guardsman who was wounded in action with some plagued forces. He gets to him and brings him back to the ship and they escape the planet where he has to kill the Guradsman because he started to show signs of sickness.

You remember that scene in Rambo when he comes out of that mud wall, those two white eyes?

Marbo materialized from a pillar in the same fashion, and slung a demo charge into a group of tactical marines. Killed 6 of them. They passed their moral check. One turns and lets off a krak rocket that punches through Marbo's chest and explodes him from the inside out.

My PK warboss with attak squig + 4xPK nob entourage assaulted a valkyrie, nobz did nothing, only scored 1 hit from the boss (the attak squig hit) rolled to penetrate armour BAM! penetrating hit, rolled damage BAM! rolled a 5 and wrecked it! most awesome way to take down a valk lol

I will now translate this tale into grimdark:

Gargad looked into the air with a glint of joy, if he could take down the big flying killy tank he would certainly cement his reputation as the hardest ork in the Waaagh!
"LETZ GETTUM LADZ!!!!!" he bellowed, waving his great power klaw in the air. Pulling the ripchord, it's chainblades whirred into life with a squeal and a belch of oily smoke.

Gargad and his Nobz charged towards the Valkyrie, power claws snapping with murderous intent with Bitey, Gargad's pet squig, snapping and biting at the air with his newly grafted metal jaw, bounding faithfully behind them.

Skillfully, the valkyrie's pilot pulled up just as Gargad's claw was about to bite into the armour of the imperium's glorious craft, and, realising the mixture of stupidity and bloodlust that filled the minds of the orks, hovered just out of reach while his crew manned and loaded the heavy bolters, smug in the knowledge that this would be like shooting fish in a barrel.

Gargad and his nobz jumped and swung thier claws wildy, even climbing over each other to try to get a better height to catch the big killy bird, but with each attempt the pilot deftly avoided thier assaults.

Frustrated that he was beginning to look a fool in front of the boyz, Gargad grabbed Bitey's tail with his free hand and flung him in rage and annoyance at the Valkyrie...

There was a high-pitched squeal, followed by the sound of explosions and splitting metal as Bitey was sucked into one of the turbines. Great gouts of flame erupted from the engines as the sky rained with shrapnel and minced squig, the valkyrie pilot was unable to steer the now engineless beast and quickly lost control, the valkyrie soon plowed into the mud a few meters away.

"See ladz, told ya I is da 'Ardest!!!" bellowed Gargad, makin a mental note to get some more squigs, "damn handy they iz if you fling 'em rite" he mused....

In a game of Fantasy I had my General and Warrior priest killed by a Strength 2 Warp Lightning cannon shot. They each failed decent armor saves and ward saves. Total facepalm, my buddy still gives me grief to this day.

I remember a WD battle report where a GK grandmaster Tzeentch Greater daemon killed each other at the same time. Pretty epic if you ask me.

I think warp crazed snotlings being projected inside a marines armour seems pretty epic
nothing like a snotling clawing away at your liver and lungs trying to escape

Back in the days of Ghazskull and Makari with his 2+ invulnerable save against everything, I ran him over with a Land Raider, and then I laughed

I laughed as one time back in 3rd, fielded an eversor assasin, charged a nob squad with boss, killed all but the boss and one nob, both with one wound, they kill the eversor, he explodes BOOOOM!! takes the boss and nob with him, we decided to leave them where they were as it was too epic to take off the board.

I also had the pleasure of witnessing a single tactical marine with bolter survive 2 rounds of combat against a bloodthirster and then kill the bloodthirster. Most REDICULOUS kill ever.

3rd Edition my marines verse Tyranids. I took a command squad into a Carnifex. The Carnifex wipes out the squad (after they attack and took it down to one wound). The only attack left was my Techmarine's Servo-arm. This one attack manages to kill the Carnifex. A rare beautiful moment in those days.

DarkHound wrote:On your drop ship hull.
I planted a melta bomb.
Blood for the Blood God.

A great moment in teamkilling history.

This is so beautiful it makes my heart ache.

Brother-slaughterer Mangler drew the short stick today. Instead of being allowed to harvest skulls for the glory of the Blood God, he has to drive the rhino around, playing chauffeur while the others revel in the slaughter of their tyranid foe.

As the battle began, an impressive array of large beasts arrayed themselves in front of our battle line, their massive skulls begging to be harvested. The Brother-slaughterer howled with frustration as another rhino unloaded its cargo at the feet of a mighty carnifex, the contents spilling forth to tear it to pieces with their chainaxes and power fists. But lo, the great beast withstood their onslaught, and slaughtered them all in return.

At last, it was Mangler's turn to drive forth with his transport, another deadly payload of Berzerkers tearing at the walls of the vehicle in their haste to escape. But before they could... bump! bump bump! The brother-slaughterer, consumed by bloodlust, drove into the first mighty carnifex. The great beast, unfazed, stood its ground, swiping at the vehicle with mighty claws, and doing only enough damage to disable the puny bolter before being crushed beneath its treads. Again, the Berzerkers readied themselves, as the next mighty beast grew closer. But yet again, the Brother-slaughterer ran it down without hesitation, its attempt to stop him affecting only the suddenly irrelevant gunner. The Brother-slaughterers within howled in rage even as Mangler cackled with manic glee.

Finally, the others were allowed to leap from the rhino, rushing forward at the nearest carnifex. But once again, just before they raised their chainaxes for the charge, Brother-slaughterer Mangler darted past, crushing a third and final tyranid beast beneath his relentless treads.

That same rhino went on to be glanced to death by hormagaunts. Needless to say, my friends don't DoG when I Tank Shock anymore.

I was trying out a fantasy Tzeentch list vs a slannesh list my friend is making.

20 Horrors, 2 heralds, and the scribes.

By turn 2 I had lost just about everything except a herald and the scribes.

The herald that I had chosen to use Lore of Heavens.


And so, with my last two models surrounded by Daemonettes, no hope to survive, I summoned two Comets to join with the one I got off in the first round.

All that was left in the smoldering crag was a single Daemonette.

Lictor vs. Vindicator:

Vindicator charges and tries to run over the Lictor. With his 3 attacks there's 1 6 to hit. To penetrate there's another 6. With his strength of 6 he penetrates by a lot. And with another single 6 he blows it sky high and the blast from the massive explosion goes 6". To wound my friend rolls a six. With one wound left the sixes run out. I roll a 1 and the lictor who single handedly killed 2 terminators and gave rerolls to several warriors and carnifexes to kill an entire 10 man chaos terminator squad and an entire tactical squad.

In a game filled with way too many ones and twos, this was amazingly fun.