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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.