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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.