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2012/10/31 13:22:47
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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By using a time machine, you end up in the Soviet timeline of Yuri's Revenge. You are then attacked and overwhelmed by Soviet forces. The hill now belongs to the glorious Soviet state.
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This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/10/31 13:23:42
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.' |
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2012/11/01 01:26:20
Subject: King of the Hill
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Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot
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But not you, the Soviet Commander campaigns against you and kills you. RA3 timetravel takes place and the Soviets change. Empire of Rising Sun is in existence. Then suddenly, Wraithguard and Wraithlords.
My hill.
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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.
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2012/11/01 01:31:12
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Fulgrim and the Emperor's Children arrive. Their hill.
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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.' |
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2012/11/01 01:40:47
Subject: King of the Hill
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Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot
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 Aww.... Wait, then it isn't your hill?
Cool. I ally with the Rising Sun folks using Farseers and manipulation, then kick that pretty-boy's butt. Tsunami tanks, submarines, Chopper VX, Tengu's WHEE!
My hill.
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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.
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2012/11/01 01:43:05
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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CRUSADE!
My hill.
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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.' |
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2012/11/01 01:54:23
Subject: King of the Hill
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Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil
Way on back in the deep caves
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The great pumpkin rises from the hill and slaughters everything. My hill, on Halloween.
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2012/11/01 01:55:08
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Desolators arrive and bathe the place in radiation. My hill.
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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.' |
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2012/11/01 02:05:09
Subject: King of the Hill
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Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil
Way on back in the deep caves
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I thrive on your radiation. Naked witches come to dance on the hill for Halloween and they erect a fence around it so Tadashi cannot watch.
My hill.
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2012/11/01 02:08:51
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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I call in a few favors from the Ordo Hereticus, and the Witch Hunters come in to purge you. My hill.
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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.' |
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2012/11/01 02:09:24
Subject: King of the Hill
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Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot
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The Emprah sees you as a traitor! You have killed future Terrans! And an EMPEROR!
How dare you!      
Good thing you were taken heretic!
Radical Inquisitor lands with some Farseers and Wraithlords to reinforce wards around snurl's fence. Traps are set, mines are placed,
and I buy some evil pumpkins from snurl to place on the hill
Snurl's hill, still.
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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.
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2012/11/01 02:10:34
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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CRUSADE!
I have no idea what you meant, so, my hill.
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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.' |
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2012/11/01 02:27:27
Subject: King of the Hill
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Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot
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COUNTERATTACK! Wraithlords Wraithguard Farseers Warlocks. And any remaining Rising Sun folks as well.
I meant you landed on Earth during RA3 era (no heretics as of yet) and killed off a bunch of the most Imperialistic ones. :(
Oh, and my hill.
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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.
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2012/11/01 02:31:02
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Red Alert 3 is a joke. I fire the GDI Ion Cannon on the hill, then send in Zone Troopers to mop up. My hill.
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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.' |
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2012/11/01 02:41:43
Subject: Re:King of the Hill
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Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil
Way on back in the deep caves
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My witches return and hex your zone troopers. They force you to walk barefooted through a gauntlet of mousetraps over and over again, then make you bob for pirahnas.
My hill again, until midnight.
And thanks for the backup decio!
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2012/11/01 02:44:20
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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I send in the Marked of Kane. My hill.
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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.' |
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2012/11/01 02:50:57
Subject: King of the Hill
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Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil
Way on back in the deep caves
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The marked of Khane are infatuated with my witches and together they toss you into a nearby windmill and set it on fire. Your screams echo into the dawn as I return to my hidden grave, under my hill.
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2012/11/01 02:55:35
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Its KANE, you idiot. Kane, as in the leader of the Brotherhood of Nod. They're cyborgs, and so are devoid of emotion. Your witches are murdered by Nod Fate Squads. My hill.
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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.' |
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2012/11/01 06:11:26
Subject: King of the Hill
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Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot
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^ Misunderstanding purposefully has brought the demise of your marked! HAHA! But doesn't amount to much now. Also, a violent response. Hm.
(lol backup was given 'cause I temporarily felt that Tadashi was a heretic. Still is. Still Slaanesh. And I DO know that RA3 was a joke, but it was clearly in the 20th or 21st Century; therefore the Imperium would have existed after that in this case.)
So uh, these Warp Spiders, you see... kinda kill your Fate Squads. Kinda. As in trap them in the spike-nets and spin them 'round and 'round. (and stumped; I keep relying on Wraithguards and Farseers, must creatively think of something else as this is a fun thread)
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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.
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2012/11/01 06:57:43
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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More Fate Squads come and kill the witches. Cyborgs re-initialize command protocols. My hill.
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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.' |
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2012/11/01 09:22:48
Subject: King of the Hill
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Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil
Way on back in the deep caves
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The Borg infiltrate and assimilate your cyborgs and ambush your fate squads. They assimilate the hill as well, and use you for spare parts. Then they blast off into space and leave the hill vacant in peace and quiet in the predawn mists of a new day.
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2012/11/01 09:34:57
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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I call down the Light of Divine Retribution and dissolve the borg and all my enemies on the hill. My hill.
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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.' |
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2012/11/02 01:59:16
Subject: King of the Hill
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Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil
Way on back in the deep caves
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Since the Borg left and you are part of the assimilated hill, you have just retributed yourself.
Good show!
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2012/11/02 02:33:01
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Eh, not really. I got purified by the Light of Divine Retribution as opposed to getting dissolved.
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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.' |
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2012/11/02 06:56:51
Subject: King of the Hill
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I send out my Warp Spider assassins to finish off the freakin Kane fanboys once and for all! Gah! I get a cadre of Farseers over to Tadashi and Mind War heem.
My Poseidon agents emerge from the Atlantic, boltguns and Juggernaut suits ready. They smash your Command & Conquer games and replace them with huge boxes full of really delicious-tasting tofu. But you are dead though. Hm.
(eh, probably going to get killed off of the hill by 'purity' or some other gak)
My hill. Pppphhhhhhh..........
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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.
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2012/11/02 07:01:36
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
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Destroying my physical form activates a fail-safe that summons the Chariot of God which proceeds to lay waste your vile armies. I am resurrected as a side-effect of the summoning, and I proceed to call down the Army of Heaven which promptly delivers divine retribution. By the Twelfth Hour, all my enemies have been reduced to white ash, as the battlefield falls silent. My hill.
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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.' |
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2012/11/02 07:10:38
Subject: King of the Hill
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Oh, that kind of Light of Retribution. Oops, thought it was some kind of Nod superweapon. I call the dude down in the fiery pits (no, not anyone's armpits thank you very much lol) and say," Hey, the Army of Heaven is blowing stuff up in the world! 'Tis outta balance. Come up topside and screw things up please."
While the DEEMIN gets his butt off of his super shiny throne, I take back my tofu. And I stick the spirit stones of any Farseers left into Wraithlord frames, and I give them Spiritcandy for predicting the taking of the hill through religious 'purity.'
At 1 AM, I stretch out my legs, and I run to the Infinity Circuits while DEEMIN DEVIL THE EVIL kicks things.
My hill, by extension.
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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.
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2012/11/02 07:13:48
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
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The Army of Heaven regroups, then counter-attacks with unfeeling Golems serving as shock and assault troops. Obelisks are deployed to drain the life-force of non-Human/non-Angelic power users, allowing us to utterly obliterate your forces. My hill.
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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.' |
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2012/11/02 07:22:44
Subject: King of the Hill
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I camp in the Webway and plan from there. Nice use of golems.  I like it. I talk to Trazyn and borrow some of his expendable Necron warriors to kill the opposition in exchange for some detritus from the DEEMIN war. Gauss flayers, tesla shots, and tachyon arrows rip through your forces. And a monolith appears to teleport some reinforcements in.
My hill.
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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.
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2012/11/02 07:27:04
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
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The Army of Heaven retreats, but while the Golems buy time, I open a link to Akasha and forcibly summon legendary heroes from past, present, and future. In exchange for me granting them a new life in this world, they fight for me with their Noble Phantasms. Led by the three Kings - Alexander, Gilgamesh, and Arthur - they completely defeat your forces with Gilgamesh using Trazyn's head on a stick as a victory trophy.
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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.' |
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2012/11/02 15:20:29
Subject: King of the Hill
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Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot
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Trazyn, as always, takes over some other Lord's host back on Solemnace. Seeing the effectiveness of using godly beings, I call upon the C'tan shards to fight your Noble Phantasms. My C'tan easily curbstomp the kings and their forces, then disable any leygates, shrines, and holy relics before calling down more Necron Warriors.
My hill.
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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.
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