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From the embers, rises the Phoenix Lord, who changes you directly into a mouse. I throw the mouse to the kittens, then relax upon My Hill.

The cats and gods got chubby when eating all the bacon. I roll them down the hill where they can't stand back up. I trap them again in the complex spell as I start to rebuild

Snurl's restaurant

You restaurant suddenly looses all its funds, causing it to close before it opens. A small mouse, or should I say rat, is seen shortly wrote the building explodes.


My hill

Your raven profile picture eats the rat. I sit there wondering what to do. I guess I'll claim

My Hill

I see that you like magic.
How amusing.
I allow you to become my disciple so that I may school you.
While I show you the true power of Tzeentch, I permit you to remain and guard

My hill.

*look up and see your thousand sons alliance *

...
I call on the space wolves who purge your hill with extreme presudice..

I return to my hill and rebuild my temple entirely of the finest bacon and steak*

The Wolves turn on you and eat your temple. Later, realising their heresey, they immolate themselves in repentance.
I roll in later, sweep up the ashes and build a small campfire on My Hill.

Seeing my only masters fighting over this hill, I can't decide between them, and leave the hill to harness my true power. I'll be back to conquer

The Hill

Don't worry about it.
Just relax and go back to your studies.
While Snurl enjoys his campfire, I retake

My hill.

Ha, no raven will willingly eat their master, no mater if they look tasty or not. I was simply hiding, and now I return to the Hill with an army of Skaven behind me. I take the hill, order my wizards turn me back to my divine state, then lock myself in a tower they have built for me while i finish eating my bacon on

My Hill

Consorting with xenos and witches eh Ember?

Excellent.

Welcome to the heresy.

You may take your place in my legions as we retake


My hill.

You said all that but all I heard was

HERESY! *BLAM* MY HILL!

You willingly consorted with the Skaven, that makes you a heretic, and you are swiftly BLAMMED on

My Hill

I plant mines and briar patches around the base of War Kitten's Hill.

I remove the mines on


Mein Hill

I transform the briar patch into a twisted, maddening hedge maze of Tzeentch.
You all go insane on


My hill.

My minions burn your hedges. They then build a tower where I can recover my sanity on

My hill

In a fit of depression, you leave your tower and board a ship bound for the eye of terror.
Your last word is "nevermore."
Afterwards, I paint your tower silver and resume command of



My hill.

But my brothers take back the hill and dedicate the hill to me.

My (theoretically) hill

I'm still here on

My Hill

The Silver Tower is faulty and implodes on itself. I build a new tower of gold on top of the ruins, complete with scratching posts for Kittens on My Hill.

I return from the warp with new allies, ready to bring death to the followers of Chaos. Struck by the wonder of the tower, and the sheer fluffiness of the kitten army, I sit down and have lunch on

War Kittens Hill

The kittens have you for lunch instead, on My Hill.

The kittens mouths are burned (sorry kittehs) and the feral legions help me take back their hill for their master. I request an alliance on

War Kittens Hill

The back of your head gets an alliance with a 30-40 slug from 500 yards away on my hill.

Unlike most commanders, i wear a helmet, and so your Bullet is stopped by my armour while I await for negotiations to finish on

War Kittens Hill

Your negotiations are cut short by a vortex grenade hidden in a briefcase under the table.


My hill.

We don't use tables. Tables are for heretics, heretic.


War Kittens Hill

I reload and move to a better position on War Kitten's Hill.

I build up defence fences to defend my fences in the defence of

War Kittens Hill