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My inferno bolts scythe you down like wheat. My OP Thousand Sons and I laugh as we reload on




My hill.

Hundreds of Necrons emerge all over the hill, pouring from the monolith hidden beneath. There is no escape for heritics on My Hill.

They forgot to eat their weetabix in the morning and were unprepared for a drop pod assault of a few dozen marines. The monolith you say? The space ship that dropped the pods drops a few orbital bombardments. I then retake the bastion on the now-larger hill from all the bodies.

I love this hill. It's my hill. It's the Emperor's hill and we shall take not one step back.

I also serve the Emprah with my Guard. We defend the Hill together.

Our Hill

Your all heratics...

My army of battle sisters douse the hill in blessed prometheium and sit atop the still smoking hill drinking recaff

My hill.

You see above you swirling black clouds which lightning is coursing down from. All of a sudden a single column of light blasts down on the hill, turning anything previously on it to ash. I stride over to the hill, claiming it for Chaos Legionaire. I finish my training on

My Hill

Your lightning striked the hill, but not the surrounding areas. About a couple of hundred metres away, in the woods, my scout snipers pin-point all heretics who have claimed the hill, and began firing, taking them out one by one until they flee or simply die on

My hill

The Inquisition and I decide the blood ravens are heretics. Every single imperial soldier in the vicinity attack the hill, destroy every heretic in this system and dedicate

My Hill

to the Emperor

Chained arcane energy bolts through the Imperial ranks, eventually taking out enough so morale would be ruined. I stand triumphant, charging my powers upon

My Hill

My Thousand Sons and I decide that we, who seek only to spread knowledge and understanding throughout the Galaxy, aren't heretics.
We cleanse all misguided corpse worshippers from the hill. Then we establish a school where all may come and learn the secrets of the universe for free. Welcome to



My hill University.

As Sons are my new army, I can't argue with that. My legion set up a command post on another hill to watch over the university. As long as you don't worship chaos, your fine.

Not-Chaos Legionnaire`s Hill / My Hill

With their combined armies of the 2 posts above me, I give all my guardsmen to the post BELOW me, as well as LRBT's, sent by the Imperium to reclaim these long fought-over lands. The poster below me and I shall oust the heretics from the hill.

This is not

My hill

Yet.

If the person below is not a loyal servant of the Emperor who can aid me take it from the two posts Thousand Sons above me, then you do NOT receive reinforcements and I recall them to use in a later post.

I manipulate the Alpha Legion into joining your planned assault. You are quickly betrayed and massacred.
Classes continue upon



My hill.

I am employed as a Professor at CL's uni as a way to repay him for showing me the secrets of the Warp. I receive a steady income on

My Hill

However due to brexit you end up unemployed and poverty stricken until your untimely, lonely death. Because the glass is half empty on my hill.

By the glory of the Emperor, I declare the glass half full on

My Hill

Yes, half full of Nurgle's finest. Drink up, usurper, on My Hill.

I am hungry on snurl's hill. Luckily, I find a pumpkin. I invite everyone to a pumpkin pie and nurgle's rot feast on

My Hill

I do not drink. I watch everyone succumb to Nurgle's Rot on

My Hill

I do not drink either, and laugh with WarbossDakka on

His Hill

I brought my own drink and packed lunch, thanks. We do not feast with the enemy, though our bayonets will feast ON their blood.

My troops earlier were specified to not ally with heretics, therefore the Alpha Legion fell alone.

The reservists are now mass deployed while I drink my own drink, and eat my packed lunch and a massed FRFSRF and bayonet charge overflows the orc and Emberlord on

My hill

I team up with Emberlord to counter attack. His lightning fast attacks match with my actual lightning attacks as we easily overrun the Guard on

My Hill

All of the scheming and carnage merely serves to significantly increase my powers on


My hill.

While you fools are all fighting I'm having a nice game of Chess with Chaos Legionnaire.

CL's Hill

I summon my handy pal baldrick... Ideas ensue including claiming a turnip cloured hill that looks like a thingy

Taking a sign a I write "my hill" on a new hill and won.

My hill.. Thanks baldrick.

Sadly your gps was off and you wrote "my hill" on the wrong hill. Not surprising because the only hill that matters is.....
My hill.

If there'a a hill, there's a way (or something like that) and I will take EVERY hill there is with WarbossDakka's help. There is no way to defeat us on

Ember and WarbossDakka's Hill

Well....

Seems like we've lost this one boys, let's go back to Drassilia with a sour face and tail between our legs.

The Imperium must sacrifice this hill to the enemy, so we can devote our limited men to something that we may win.

But don't worry, we'll be back some day.

I accept defeat on

Your hill

My Hill seems oddly quiet this morning.

It's cos you're sat on the wrong hill. Emberlord and I wave to you on the opposite hill. I take a nap on

Our Hill