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Yeah... one thing I don't like, is that at the begining of the thing, you knew all about them, then as is continued, you dumbed up and had no clue, I didint like that... Good stuff though!

I am picturing my Chaos army taking over the bathroom. My orcs making the garage orky and using my cat as squigoth. My brothers IG trying cleanse the bathroom and stave of the waagh. hmm I need some tau, elder, etc. I wonder how my brothers vor miniatures would fit in. LoLz Nice story amigo!

I wish my Space Marines would come to life and kill the Crickets in my basement. Maybe do some of the chores.....

This is so awesome. Best. Thread. Ever.

that got me laughing a few times..... makes me wish mine would come to life....... ahhhhhhh the good times we would have

I just read this and laughed really hard. We need more stuff! If mine would come to life the 3 upper selves of my figure cabinet would be ok, Fianna battle maidens and pointed ear eternal virgins, space samurai and eldar. The lowest two would me problematic, vampires and mummies fighting to control my skellies lucky I never bought the Nagash mini.

M.

Best......Thread.....Ever.

This is very, very silly.

More please.

My IG and Heritics and renegades are in open topped boxes on shelves in the garage. So the first thing they'll find is, each other.

Whichever side survives (IG outnumber the renegades 2:1, but the renegades have deamons etc) will get to the crate with the tanks in it.

My Eldar are on the top of a bookshelf next to a crate with their tanks & vypers in. So they could get down. Seeing how fast they are, they will probably meet the victors of the garage in the back garden somewhere.

Why am I even considering this ? It's nuts !

Well my mini cabinet has glass shelves with the undead below so my 40k guys will be safe if a little bit unerved in a Resident Evil way.

M.

Most godly--Emperorly thread ever.

Ewwwwwwwwww!

A dead carni

My mini collection coming to life would be very bad as they are in a bad way most of them are missing limbs from accidents or failed modeling attempts,so I'm scared that they would try to kill me because of bad treatment.(LOL,I know that might sound bad but I am trying to be a better wargammer and the learing curve is great.)

THAT WAS EPIC

more plez

It's great. Keep it coming.

My Space Marines will end up purging my Lizardmen quick smart, they're sitting out in the open next to each other.

My Eldar are on my desk, laughing quitely as Gandalf slaughters the survivors with a mighty beam of shoop da whoopiness.

I got a large 1800-2000 pt army of tau at home, along with a nice tub of LotR models...

First if my tau were to come to life, i would invite my friend who plays space marines and give him a thrashing of a lifetime *sound of melting models*

my army is in the carry case, however my bro' keeps his orks lying around his room.

im thinking demolition explosives


Slaanesh will reward MORE with Wimmen

WIMMEN

That was absolutely amazing.

More.

This is cool. I want more!!!

I feel your pain mate. If you've ever had to patch drywall damage every day you get home from work because your Leman Russ keeps trying to shell the Tyranids on your collection shelf while you're away, you have my sympathy.

This deserves a bump....and any updates that one might have...

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Wow that would be great...all the armies...the fun we would have Keep it coming

My humble addition to the story:






The next day I woke up with a hangover that could give a linebacker a peice of it's mind. I stumbled out of my bed sheets and was somewhat distressed to see some of the randier cultists entangled in my linen.
"Jager Bombs were a bad idea" I mumbled, and set off towards my bathroom.
In my fugued state I missed attempting to step over the sharp shrines, or whatever they were, and succesfully jammed one of the pointier little bastards deeply into the soft part of my foot.
"Mother------" Blood began dripping from my foot. "That's not good." In a flash the little berzerkers appeared and began screaming in they're little voices, hammering their chests and running around in circles. "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! BLOOOOOOOD!"
One of the pointier ones ran up the top of my foot and began slashing his arms with a small knife. "Give thanks to Khorne! You are the blessed avatar, BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"
"Yes, yes, alright" I said, "Now get the fack out of my way before I squish you." "Lunatics." I muttered, and walked a bit more carefully this time to the head.
Now my bathroom had been the sight of some kind of battle. The nasty little green dudes had fought with the Cul'th'weiner, or something like that. The elf guys. The sick looking green guys were obsessed with my toilet, and had set up one of their own shrine-things behind it. Now I've never been the cleanest, and the bathroom had always been a funky area of my apartment, but these guys were gross. Somehow they were collecting crap from god knows where, and pasting it all over themselves and the walls. It got so bad that I couldn't even open the door.
So I got this bright idea, and "hired" the elves, - eldar! That's what they're called. Anyway, I got the eldar to agree to kicking the nasty guys asses out of my bathroom in return for allowing them airspace control on the second floor of the apartment. It wasn't easy, but after days worth of fighting they finally evicted the nasties. Who then set up shop near the trash bin, but whatever. At least now I could crap in peace. Well, as much peace as I could get around here.
As I hung my head over the bowl and expunged the previous night's mistakes one of the eldar rolled up in one of his hoverbikes. "All is well Mon'Keigh?" "I'll be fine brother, just need to gather myself." I looked up at him with one eye. "How's the patrolling?" "Well Mon'Keigh. The devotees of the pestilent one have made no attempts at reclaiming their area. The dark kin tried for a slave raid in the night, but were stopped by the emperor's angels before they could gain access to the lower levels."
The dark ones, hmmm... They were the black sheep siblings to the Eldar, Dark Eldar or something clever like that. They had taken up residence in the attic space, and for the most part I never saw them. Speedy little guys, they would sneak out for their "raids" looking for captives. I really, really didn't want to know what they were up to in the attic, but they kept the Tyrannids out from over my head and that was fine by me.
"Carry on dude." I said to the biker, and finished cleaning myself up.
I walked back into my bedroom and stopped short at the sight on my bed. The berzerkers had been worked into a frenzy by my earlier blooding, and were now on my bed assaulting the horny chicks that had been tangled in my sheets. Well, somebody was getting assaulted but it seemed like the pink chicks might be doing their fair share of it as well. "Christ" I muttered, and walked over to my closet. Dimly I heard the sound of techno music blaring and a bunch of screaming little voices. "Double christ" I swore, and settled back to watch the inevitable.
A bunch of pink armoured marine guys rolled up in their tanks. Techno music pumping out of an old ipod and wired into some rigged speakers mounted on the biggest tank. "Oooooh! Aahhhhhhh! Oh yes!" The pink chicks on the bed started moaning when they saw their allies rolling up in style, and increased their "assault" on the berzerkers. The red guys noticed the pink guys and suddenly got really pissed off, hollering and slashing at eachother. I swear I saw a couple of them foaming at the mouth, and if it wasn't so completely insane I'd be laughing my ass off. The pink marines pulled up at the foot of my bed and started dancing around in a trance, one of their tanks flashing a mini strobe light on them.
I have no idea how they put this gak together.
So the berzerkers on the bed are staring down at the noisy marines, the horny chicks are laying on the sheets humping eachother, and all of a sudden I hear the voice of the pointy looking guy from earlier screaming. "Skulls! Blood! Death! Death to followers of the prince!" This guy has a massive hard on for the techno marines, so he runs to edge of the bed and starts shoving his fellow berzerkers off. I have to choke back tears of laughter as I watch him barreling into his buddies and knocking them off the bed. I mean, it's got to be like a twenty storey drop to these guys, and he's just shoving them off. A couple of them land pretty badly, one guy hit the floor right on his head and I heard a crack that must've been his neck. But most of them straightened out halfway down and actually aimed themselves at the weird pink dudes. So the donkey-cave berzerker finishes shoving his friends off the bed and then takes a flying leap himself, his huge axe held in front of him as he drops.
The maniacs start hollering about blood and skulls, and then the big guy starts laughing like he's enjoying it. He probably was too, I mean this guy was lighting into everybody. The techno marines start opening up with their guns, and the music picks up in volume, freaking Afrojack just pumping in the background while these guys fight. I'd like to say the pink noise marines held their own, but they were totally out-matched. It didn't help that they looked like heroin addicts, and kept trancing out in the middle of their duels.
I lost interest after awhile, and started noticing the huge mess they were making in my room. So I walked over and kicked one of the tanks into the wall. Suddenly the fight stopped and everybody stared up at me. One of the berzerkers ran over and tried to hack into my leg with his axe, so I kicked him into the wall for good measure.
"Right! You guys knock it off and get the hell out. Are you listening? Hey you," I pointed at the biggest pink guy, "You want me to take back my music? And you," this aimed at the red prick, "If you don't give it a rest I'll revoke your TV privleges." (They absolutely loved Tarantino flicks. I let them watch every once in awhile, and it seemed to be the only threat that worked.)
"That's what the hell I thought. Now beat it. I've got to get dressed."

If only my marines came to life and all my models would too. Holy crap that would be bad.

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