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Made in us
Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil





Way on back in the deep caves

I send up the Thirteenth Orange army and take back my hill.

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






 Lord General Cheese wrote:
I call upon the third Red Army my hill

HEY! That's MY Third Red Army!
And I reinforce them with several Tank Divisions.
The People's Red 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 install myself as leader of the people.

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
Ancient Ultramarine Venerable Dreadnought






I lead a bloody coup and install myself as military dictator of the people.

My hill.

Iron Warriors 442nd Grand Battalion: 10k points  
   
Made in us
Stalwart Veteran Guard Sergeant






I attack the hill with the might of the 12th roman legion Rome's hill

Fire Fire fixes everything  
   
Made in ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

I crush Romes forces with my Huns

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
Stalwart Veteran Guard Sergeant






I bring the 99th rifle company and take the hill building a trench net work to defend the hill including heavy MG positions My heavily fortified hill

Fire Fire fixes everything  
   
Made in us
Ancient Ultramarine Venerable Dreadnought






I bring in the Death Korps of Krieg. After a short siege, all resistance from the hill is crushed and I move in.

My heavily fortified hill, now with Death Korps.

Iron Warriors 442nd Grand Battalion: 10k points  
   
Made in us
Stalwart Veteran Guard Sergeant






I bring in my Ork Kommandos infiltrate the hill claim it and orkify it my heavily defended Orky hill

Fire Fire fixes everything  
   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot





Northern California

Catachan Devils infiltrate your orky hill from within. My hill.

DC:80+S+++GM+B++IPw40k08++D++A+++/hWD346R++T(M)DM+ Successful trades with Tweems, Polonius, Porkuslime, Mark94656, TheCupcakeCowboy, MarshalMathis, and Hahnjoelo
 
   
Made in us
Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil





Way on back in the deep caves

Horned devils infiltrate your Catachans from within their minds, driving them into madness and suicide.
My hill.

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





Northern California

Warp storm hits the hill. Guardsmen run up and plant the Catachan flag.
My hill.

DC:80+S+++GM+B++IPw40k08++D++A+++/hWD346R++T(M)DM+ Successful trades with Tweems, Polonius, Porkuslime, Mark94656, TheCupcakeCowboy, MarshalMathis, and Hahnjoelo
 
   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






I uninstall your Guardsmen and clean the outlet plugs.
I then reboot the hill and my Gentlecrons into the Matrix.

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 ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

EMP bombing. My 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
Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil





Way on back in the deep caves

Invincible anime knights intercept the bombs and hurl them back at you using spiral energy. Then they imprison you in front of a TV that only shows old Astroboy reruns.
My hill.

Trust in Iron and Stone  
   
Made in us
Stalwart Veteran Guard Sergeant






My Orks loot your anime knights my hill

Fire Fire fixes everything  
   
Made in fr
Trazyn's Museum Curator





on the forum. Obviously

Suddenly...DROP BEAR ORBITAL STRIKE!
My hill.

What I have
~4100
~1660

Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!

A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble

 
   
Made in us
Stalwart Veteran Guard Sergeant






All of the Suden Soviet Zeppliens Bombard the hill with exploding bears my hill

Fire Fire fixes everything  
   
Made in fr
Trazyn's Museum Curator





on the forum. Obviously

Much to your embarrassment, however, you discover that the hill was not in fact in the Sudan. Still my hill.

What I have
~4100
~1660

Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!

A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble

 
   
Made in ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

I bring in an alliance of Hannibal, Miyamoto Musashi, Leonidas, Queen Boudicca, Napoleon, Gaius Marius, Salladin, Leif Ericson, Genghis Khan, Kubla Khan, Geiseric, Alaric, Alexander the Great, Alfred the Great and George Patton, riding atop a flight of robotic dragons that shoot lasers from their eyes. After they desolate the hilltop of opposition, we all claim 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
Ancient Ultramarine Venerable Dreadnought






I ride into battle on the back of a unicorn duel weilding MG-42s.

My hill.

Iron Warriors 442nd Grand Battalion: 10k points  
   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






^ lol.

300 Halo Spartans arrive and shoot the unicorn down.

(someone had better make the 300 reference and make it epic)


My hill.

This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/11/15 00:45:37


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 send in the Immortals. My hill.

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






^Yay!

I crash a cruiser into the Immortals.

The hill particles become one with the ship's hull.

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 us
Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil





Way on back in the deep caves

I send up Velociraptors armed with RPGs mounted on Great White Sharks to take back my hill.

Trust in Iron and Stone  
   
Made in ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Commencing neutron bombardment. My 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 fr
Trazyn's Museum Curator





on the forum. Obviously

The shroud is activated. Suddenly, vampires, vampires everywhere. Their hill.

What I have
~4100
~1660

Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!

A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble

 
   
Made in ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Solar System Array (one million computer-controlled mirrors in space aligned to the degree of a millimeter capable of reflecting enough sunlight to destroy a fleet and inflict significant damage to an asteroid fortress) activated. My 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 fr
Trazyn's Museum Curator





on the forum. Obviously

Hah! The joke's on you, the Shroud is a gas designed to completely block sunlight, or at least render it harmless (which is why the area is swarming with the bloodsuckers). You have to dissipate it first.
...well, unless the sunlight is being generated from under the shroud; it only works if the light is coming from above, like from space.

This message was edited 4 times. Last update was at 2012/11/15 10:31:34


What I have
~4100
~1660

Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!

A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble

 
   
Made in ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Solar System Array activation deferred until after Asteroid Drop Operation completed. My 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.' 
   
 
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