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Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






The SPCA discover your policies and disband/ pamper all of your turtles and tortoises. They are removed from battle by a better caetaker.

Because the naughty list is no longer meaningful, I send pumpkin-headed Grey Knights to purge-retake the hill

My hill.

Seeing a squad of veterens swoop in in a Vendetta, secure the area, deliver that math assignment, and extract within 2 minutes would be freaking sweet.

 
   
Made in ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

I hold a mirror in front of the Grey Knights. They see their reflections and freak out, realizing that they now know about themselves and kill themselves so that the existence of the Grey Knights is kept a secret.

I plant a garden of squigs and soon the hill is alive with them with me as their leader.

My hill.

Stomped

To Be Stomped
No One
My vision of how 40k ends: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5937830/1/Time-of-Ending-the-40k-Finale  
   
Made in us
Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil





Way on back in the deep caves

Your squigs turn out to be voracious jack o lanterns.
You never saw them coming for you.
My hill.

Trust in Iron and Stone  
   
Made in us
Quick-fingered Warlord Moderatus






I spray your jack 'o lanterns with a time serum. They quickly rot away due to time being accelerated for them.
My Hill.

Lord Judicator Valdrakh of the Atun Dynasty (6th Ed: W:3, L:4, D:0)

 H.B.M.C. wrote:
Well GW were mostly responsible for the Berlin Wall, so it's natural for some people to harbour resentment towards them.
 
   
Made in ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

I rupture your time serum hose, opening a hole in time to post #3. I push p_gray99 and liquidjoshi off the hill, talk to the hill and make friends with it. Then I convince the hill to grow an arm and punch you from the hill.

My hill.

Stomped

To Be Stomped
No One
My vision of how 40k ends: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5937830/1/Time-of-Ending-the-40k-Finale  
   
Made in us
Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil





Way on back in the deep caves

I offer the hill a lucrative contract to pose for picture postcards. The hill agrees, shakes you off, and my hill is off to Hollywood.

Trust in Iron and Stone  
   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






A fleet of IG Valkyries knocks out your escorts and an Inquisitor brainwashes the hill to my service. He converts himself into a program and downloads himself into DakkaDakka as a forum moderator.

Seeing a squad of veterens swoop in in a Vendetta, secure the area, deliver that math assignment, and extract within 2 minutes would be freaking sweet.

 
   
Made in us
Quick-fingered Warlord Moderatus






But then the hill becomes self-aware and completely destroys the Dakka website, and then the internet as a whole. The world falls into chaos, countries collapse, families are torn apart, and the world trembles at the complete anarchy.
All is peaceful. Humans are reduced to hunter-gatherer societies once more. Then, my great-great-great-great-great-great-great ancestor remembers through genetic memory about the hill fight, and he/she claims the biggest hill in the world.
My Hill. With a very elaborate, complicated process.

Lord Judicator Valdrakh of the Atun Dynasty (6th Ed: W:3, L:4, D:0)

 H.B.M.C. wrote:
Well GW were mostly responsible for the Berlin Wall, so it's natural for some people to harbour resentment towards them.
 
   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






Hundreds of years later, my ancestor once again takes part in a Spanish expedition. This time, he hears about these old-natives on this hill. Mistaking it for El Dorado, the expedition shoots the fight out of your ancestor's tribe. However, due to a growth in humanitarianism, not all of your ancestors die and are merely shipped back to Spain/ Scotland/ Germany to be high-class merchants with cool stuff.
My hill, with good business relations.

Seeing a squad of veterens swoop in in a Vendetta, secure the area, deliver that math assignment, and extract within 2 minutes would be freaking sweet.

 
   
Made in us
Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil





Way on back in the deep caves

Pirates capture your merchant vessels and force thier crews to divulge the location of so much wealth. They mount an expedition as privateers and plunder the hill. The view there is so nice they decide to build a pirate stronghold there.

Trust in Iron and Stone  
   
Made in pt
Death-Dealing Dark Angels Devastator




Linho, Sintra

I find the hill, discarded by the pirates thousands of years later.

My hill.

This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/10/23 13:18:17


=====Begin Dakka Geek Code=====
DC:80+S+G++MB-I+Pw40k03#D++A++/areWD286R+T(S)DM+
======End Dakka Geek Code======

WH40k 5000 pts +/-
WHFB: 6000pts +/-

 
   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






During the 54th Millenium (so many years have passed) a Mechanicum explorator fleet lands on the hill and searches for relics. Yojiro is flattened by an overweight servitor with a servo-arm and is frozen in statis as a relic of his time.

My hill, complete with defence lasers, mechanicus stuff, and skitarii

Seeing a squad of veterens swoop in in a Vendetta, secure the area, deliver that math assignment, and extract within 2 minutes would be freaking sweet.

 
   
Made in ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

The orks (who have destroyed all opposition by then and have been spreading to other galaxies to destroy the civilizations found there for the past 10 thousand years) attack the hill. The first wave die under defense laser fire, the second wave are cut down by skitarii bullets. The third wave slaughters the defenders in a chaotic scrum (orks, just can't beat em).
They also happen to be MY orks. As my waaaagh celebrates, I mount your head on my boss pole and am master of the hill.
My hill.

Stomped

To Be Stomped
No One
My vision of how 40k ends: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5937830/1/Time-of-Ending-the-40k-Finale  
   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






My head congratulates you, then spends the next 20 years fighting battles from atop the pole. When your orks realize that my head CAN fight and my head is higher than yours, I duel you from the top of your boss pole. The orks laugh as you swing your weapon at the pole, which is mounted unfortunately on your back. Blindly, you flail. My Tech-head lol's, and shoots you through the top of your head with a one-shot sleep serum. You fall into a really nice sleep. I dial Johnny's Pizza Service on accident- then I call some more Mechanicus. They land, deliver the pizza for Johnny, and herd all of the orks into a ship. From there, they are delivered to a space hulk nearby. No one is around.

My hill, sorta. My head is due for upgrades.

Seeing a squad of veterens swoop in in a Vendetta, secure the area, deliver that math assignment, and extract within 2 minutes would be freaking sweet.

 
   
Made in us
Quick-fingered Warlord Moderatus






While you are all fighting, Necrons on this Tomb World (who woke up at a VERY late start) begin to awake from the commotion. Then, I, the Presiding Overlord of said Tomb World, lead my forces up onto the surface. Withering gauss fire vaporizes Techpriest and Ork alike, and I claim...
My hill, as well as the entire planet.

Lord Judicator Valdrakh of the Atun Dynasty (6th Ed: W:3, L:4, D:0)

 H.B.M.C. wrote:
Well GW were mostly responsible for the Berlin Wall, so it's natural for some people to harbour resentment towards them.
 
   
Made in gb
Lethal Lhamean






Kanto

However, the entire planet happened to be a bomb rigged by the tau a few thousand years ago, and I blow it up and create a hill on its moon. My hill.

   
Made in pt
Death-Dealing Dark Angels Devastator




Linho, Sintra

That's no moon... It's a space station. My Space Station.

=====Begin Dakka Geek Code=====
DC:80+S+G++MB-I+Pw40k03#D++A++/areWD286R+T(S)DM+
======End Dakka Geek Code======

WH40k 5000 pts +/-
WHFB: 6000pts +/-

 
   
Made in gb
Lethal Lhamean






Kanto

Wow, so many places here have been rigged by the tau. My hill on a different planet while that space station blows up.

   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






After being rebuilt from scratch by the Mechanicum, I use my logic engines to thwart the attempts of the water and fire caste on your side to convince you, in fact, that the hill you created was copyrighted by the intelligence given to the previous hill by a Dr. Temujin, and your hill is blasted to dust and your tau are forced to work on repairing the space station for Yojiro, and I of course take stewardship until Yojiro is informed.

My hill, mostly

Seeing a squad of veterens swoop in in a Vendetta, secure the area, deliver that math assignment, and extract within 2 minutes would be freaking sweet.

 
   
Made in us
Quick-fingered Warlord Moderatus






Of course, since that hill was originally mine via the copyright information, it's really...
My Hill.

Lord Judicator Valdrakh of the Atun Dynasty (6th Ed: W:3, L:4, D:0)

 H.B.M.C. wrote:
Well GW were mostly responsible for the Berlin Wall, so it's natural for some people to harbour resentment towards them.
 
   
Made in ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

Your copyright expires. I wake up from my nice sleep and get back onto the hill with my orks.

My hill (and my orks)

Stomped

To Be Stomped
No One
My vision of how 40k ends: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5937830/1/Time-of-Ending-the-40k-Finale  
   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






You realize that the hill has been reconstructed and still has sentience. As you ponder the dirt fists that are socking your vehicles, my logic engine servitors and retinue come down and refresh the copyright, with just a 'few' changes. the HILL IS ALIVE. it eats you. nonomnom.

My hill. And my copyright. MwAHAHAHAH!


Seeing a squad of veterens swoop in in a Vendetta, secure the area, deliver that math assignment, and extract within 2 minutes would be freaking sweet.

 
   
Made in us
Guard Heavy Weapon Crewman





Alaska

The adeptus mechanicus comes, reprograms hill, and a fortress is built, guarded by massive amounts of armor and auto defense mechinisims.

My hill, and the copyright too

Tristavlan Planetary Guard Regiments, Join today, and serve the Emperor. Fight along your local Space Marine Chapter, The White Flames, and aide in the protection of your world, along with many others. No Weapons Experience Required.
PURGE AND BURN THE HERITICS  
   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






^ what. I am Mechanicus and had exact same defences previously.

My superior authority and bosses allows me to use you as an aide. (by the way, welcome to Dakka!) i host a talk show called 'Meet flamero' and while I do that flamero's previous defences are upgraded to be mine. Copyrighted yet again.

Adeptus Mechanicus Hill. Also mine.

Seeing a squad of veterens swoop in in a Vendetta, secure the area, deliver that math assignment, and extract within 2 minutes would be freaking sweet.

 
   
Made in us
Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil





Way on back in the deep caves

I tempt the hill with a tasty snack. It shrugs off your defenses and comes after the treat. While it munches I reclaim my hill. Again.

Trust in Iron and Stone  
   
Made in gb
Lethal Lhamean






Kanto

The dark eldar arrive, kill you, kill the hill and give the dead hill to me. My hill.

   
Made in ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

The Deathwatch arrive and kill you all. The Emperor's Hill.

I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.

'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' 
   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






The Mechanicus responds with the same routine, but this time it begins with an orbital bombardment of cyclonic torpedoes.
After kiling most sentient life, the Mechanicus deploys (for the 4th time, eh). I take the hill's remains into statis and give it to Trazyn for safekeeping. Have fun.

My hill, safely hidden away.

Seeing a squad of veterens swoop in in a Vendetta, secure the area, deliver that math assignment, and extract within 2 minutes would be freaking sweet.

 
   
Made in ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

I take off my Trazyn mask and sneak back to my space fleet, which is still sticky from being vomited out by the hill. I place the hill's remains inside my safekeeping vault aboard my orkish flagship.

My hill,

Stomped

To Be Stomped
No One
My vision of how 40k ends: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5937830/1/Time-of-Ending-the-40k-Finale  
   
Made in us
Guard Heavy Weapon Crewman





Alaska

The Imperial Navy searches everywhere for the hill, but gets tired. Just as they are about to give up, the hill is found A massive battle is fought, and many die. The hill is removed from the ork ship, built into a massive super-frigate, and soars the galaxy

A ship, Now mine.

This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/10/26 00:07:06


Tristavlan Planetary Guard Regiments, Join today, and serve the Emperor. Fight along your local Space Marine Chapter, The White Flames, and aide in the protection of your world, along with many others. No Weapons Experience Required.
PURGE AND BURN THE HERITICS  
   
 
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