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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