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Made in us
Missionary On A Mission




Richmond Va

 Tadashi wrote:
I wish for egg pie.


Gross.... You cna have your egg pie and eat it too.

I wish Black Butler didnt have such an awful ending. That final fight was very anti climatic.

My Overprotective Father wrote:Tyrants shooting emplaced weapons? A Hive Tyrant may be smarter than your average bug, but that still isint saying much

Pretre: Are repressors assault vehicles? If they are, I'm gonna need emergency pants.
n0t_u: No, but six can shoot out of it. Other than that it's a Rhino with a Heavy Flamer thrown on if I remember correctly.
Pretre: Thanks! I guess my pants are safe and clean after all.
 
   
Made in ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

Granted. It doesn't have an ending, the series abruptly ends due to production reasons, leaving you hanging forever.

I wish for another jar of dill pickles.

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 ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Granted - they're so sour you end having your tongue amputated.

I wish I get caught in some sort of temporal nexus or whatever scientific gobbledegook while I'm sleeping tonight and wake up in the morning as an Admiral in the Imperial Navy. "Sits on the command throne, picks up a teacup, takes a sip, then waves an arm expansively before ordering "ALL AHEAD FULL!"

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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.' 
   
Made in ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

Granted.
"Yes sir. The emperor will bless us for this role in our suicide mission."
You: "Suicide mission?"

I wish I would stop ninjaing people in this thread

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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 ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Granted - you get ninja'd instead.

I wish said suicide mission was leading a Crusade Fleet into the Damocles Gulf.

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 eu
Executing Exarch






Granted - but the damocles gulf is actually the centre of beiber fandom. And they do human sacrifice. Bieber ascends to the position as the 5th god of chaos.
You now have the mark of bieber.

I wish that the person who posts after me looks like chewbacca and cousin It's love child.

 Blacksails wrote:

Its because ordinance is still a word.
However, firing ordinance at someone isn't nearly as threatening as firing ordnance at someone.
Ordinance is a local law, or bill, or other form of legislation.
Ordnance is high caliber explosives.
No 'I' in ordnance.
Don't drown the enemy in legislation, drown them in explosives.
 
   
Made in us
Missionary On A Mission




Richmond Va

Granted. Then Like a wookie I rip off your arms and feed them to my outlaw buddy.

I wish my wookie form was a shapeshifter transformation that I could manage at will.

My Overprotective Father wrote:Tyrants shooting emplaced weapons? A Hive Tyrant may be smarter than your average bug, but that still isint saying much

Pretre: Are repressors assault vehicles? If they are, I'm gonna need emergency pants.
n0t_u: No, but six can shoot out of it. Other than that it's a Rhino with a Heavy Flamer thrown on if I remember correctly.
Pretre: Thanks! I guess my pants are safe and clean after all.
 
   
Made in ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Granted - but since the Emperor protects the souls of the righteous, I see through your form, and send Storm Troopers to take you into custody and turn you over to your order for 'redemption'.

I wish people realized with an Imperial Fleet at my disposal, I have more than enough firepower to wipe out Bieber fandom.

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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.' 
   
Made in us
Missionary On A Mission




Richmond Va

 Tadashi wrote:
Granted - but since the Emperor protects the souls of the righteous, I see through your form, and send Storm Troopers to take you into custody and turn you over to your order for 'redemption'.


Your plastic armor cannot hold back my wookie awesomeness!!!!!!

People realize this and since america has to get their hands in any thread to anyone, you find yourself locked in a deadly struggle against another country.

I wish I had my own legion of rebel Wookie shapeshifters to free me from imperial custody.

My Overprotective Father wrote:Tyrants shooting emplaced weapons? A Hive Tyrant may be smarter than your average bug, but that still isint saying much

Pretre: Are repressors assault vehicles? If they are, I'm gonna need emergency pants.
n0t_u: No, but six can shoot out of it. Other than that it's a Rhino with a Heavy Flamer thrown on if I remember correctly.
Pretre: Thanks! I guess my pants are safe and clean after all.
 
   
Made in gb
Worthiest of Warlock Engineers






preston

Granted. But only in the modern world. In the 41st millenium beiber has fleets to. Fleets of beiber.

I wish that Theatres Des Vampires would do a UK tour and i could go.

Free from GW's tyranny and the hobby is looking better for it
DR:90-S++G+++M++B++I+Pww205++D++A+++/sWD146R++T(T)D+
 
   
Made in ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Granted - you're among those killed when the Vampire Counts show up and kill them all.

I wish the Bieber Fleets realize they're in deep gak facing an Imperial Crusade.

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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.' 
   
Made in eu
Executing Exarch






The beiber fleets realise they are in deep gak - and take preventative measures. Bieber now aquires the power of Lucius the Eternal. If you kill him, you become him.

I wish my cup of tea was less milky.

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 Blacksails wrote:

Its because ordinance is still a word.
However, firing ordinance at someone isn't nearly as threatening as firing ordnance at someone.
Ordinance is a local law, or bill, or other form of legislation.
Ordnance is high caliber explosives.
No 'I' in ordnance.
Don't drown the enemy in legislation, drown them in explosives.
 
   
Made in ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Granted - it has no milk.

I wish the campaign was changed from Crusade to Exterminatus.

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 ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

Granted.
"What do you mean the Bieber fleets are launching virus bombs at us?"
"Apparently they've changed tactics from crusade to exterminatus. I did say it was a suicide mission"

I wish I could see what a Bieber fleet ship would look like

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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 ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Granted - you're eyes burst as a result.

I wish my fleet was the re-equipped with Exterminatus weaponry.

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 eu
Executing Exarch






Your fleet is re-equipped - but infiltrated by beibers who take control.

I wish you hadn't ninja'd me with a comment about eyes bursting - I was going to write very similar...

 Blacksails wrote:

Its because ordinance is still a word.
However, firing ordinance at someone isn't nearly as threatening as firing ordnance at someone.
Ordinance is a local law, or bill, or other form of legislation.
Ordnance is high caliber explosives.
No 'I' in ordnance.
Don't drown the enemy in legislation, drown them in explosives.
 
   
Made in ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Granted - and for corrupting my wish and allowing my flagship be tainted, you are declared a techno-heretic by the Mechanicum.

I wish that I moved my flag to another vessel after I self-destructed the infilitrated, former flagship.

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 ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

Granted.
You: "teleport successful."
officer: "Sir?"
You: "What?"
officer: "This is a B..."
Bieber ship captain: "Baby, baby, baby, ohhhhhhh...."
You: NOOOO!

I wish for a working set of better-than-human robot eyes to replace my burst eyes.


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 ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Granted - your body rejects them.

I wish instead of despairing, I activate a teleport homer and teleport in reinforcements: Astartes Terminator Squads and Imperial Guard Storm Troopers. After destroying the enemy command element, I complete the exterminatus, and receive the the Commendation of the Order of Terra. And all those who attempted to aid the Bieber-heretics and corrupt/taint the Machine Spirits of my fleet are declared extremis diabolus and are hunted down by the Inquisition.

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
Missionary On A Mission




Richmond Va

Granted but sadly we have a bloodtide theme going on and your contact with the Bieber gene makes oyu impure, thus you are purged.

I wish I was a high ranking inquisitor in the Ordo Hereticus.

My Overprotective Father wrote:Tyrants shooting emplaced weapons? A Hive Tyrant may be smarter than your average bug, but that still isint saying much

Pretre: Are repressors assault vehicles? If they are, I'm gonna need emergency pants.
n0t_u: No, but six can shoot out of it. Other than that it's a Rhino with a Heavy Flamer thrown on if I remember correctly.
Pretre: Thanks! I guess my pants are safe and clean after all.
 
   
Made in ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Granted - after the Emperor's power purges my mind, body, and soul and resurrects my mortal form, I am declared an Imperial Saint and named Warmaster. You, on the other hand, are stripped of your position and sentenced to serve in a Repentia Squad.

I wish that whoever corrupted this wish gets Athlete's Foot.

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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.' 
   
Made in gb
Worthiest of Warlock Engineers






preston

Granted. Your a high ranking heretic officer in the inquisions grasp. bye bye

I wish that, being a vampire myself, i ally with Theatres Des Vampires and destroy the WHFB vampire counts and beiber.

Free from GW's tyranny and the hobby is looking better for it
DR:90-S++G+++M++B++I+Pww205++D++A+++/sWD146R++T(T)D+
 
   
Made in ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Ninja'd

And you all get killed when the Soviets nuke the city.

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 ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

(Tadashi's wish)
Granted. Now I can run faster than ever

(master of ordinance's wish)
Granted.
"For your destruction of the Bieber fleet, you are to be given to the tutelage of the Black Templars"
master of ordinance: "sounds cool"
Rebecca Black Templar: "Friday friday..."
master of ordinance: "WHYYYYY!"



I wish I wasn't always so tired in the morning.

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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 eu
Executing Exarch






Granted - you are woken up with a taser every morning at 4.41am.
I wish for the person after me to be possessed by the spirit of beiber and to be responsible for the creation of modern day beiber fleets.

This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/11/08 14:11:09


 Blacksails wrote:

Its because ordinance is still a word.
However, firing ordinance at someone isn't nearly as threatening as firing ordnance at someone.
Ordinance is a local law, or bill, or other form of legislation.
Ordnance is high caliber explosives.
No 'I' in ordnance.
Don't drown the enemy in legislation, drown them in explosives.
 
   
Made in gb
Worthiest of Warlock Engineers






preston

Granted. Its your little brother/sister. Or your 1st son/daughter. Your choice

I wish that i kill beiber

Free from GW's tyranny and the hobby is looking better for it
DR:90-S++G+++M++B++I+Pww205++D++A+++/sWD146R++T(T)D+
 
   
Made in ae
Thunderhawk Pilot Dropping From Orbit





Granted. Go to Happy Wheels, there are several levels to do so.

I wish YouTube didn't delete awesome videos.

Currently attempting to put together a homebrew non-canon Space Marine chapter. If I can be bothered to getting around to painting the models and putting the things together of course... 
   
Made in us
The Conquerer






Waiting for my shill money from Spiral Arm Studios

Granted, however they don't delete bad videos either.

I wish I could aid master of ordinance in his wish.

Self-proclaimed evil Cat-person. Dues Ex Felines

Cato Sicarius, after force feeding Captain Ventris a copy of the Codex Astartes for having the audacity to play Deathwatch, chokes to death on his own D-baggery after finding Calgar assembling his new Eldar army.

MURICA!!! IN SPESS!!! 
   
Made in ae
Thunderhawk Pilot Dropping From Orbit





Granted. So do I. And so does everybody else. Eventually, when we get to Bieber we're all still arguing about who gets to take the head home as a trophy and nothing gets accomplished.

I wish my book was successful.
(note to those who know: no it's not the Lynx one.)

Currently attempting to put together a homebrew non-canon Space Marine chapter. If I can be bothered to getting around to painting the models and putting the things together of course... 
   
Made in gb
Huge Hierodule





The centre of a massive brood chamber, heaving and pulsating.

Granted, it becomes incredibly successful-for a day. After that everybody decides it's crap and burns it.

I wish that Hatsune Miku was real and that she was my wife (as opposed to mai waifu).

Squigsquasher, resident ban magnet, White Knight, and general fethwit.
 buddha wrote:
I've decided that these GW is dead/dying threads that pop up every-week must be followers and cultists of nurgle perpetuating the need for decay. I therefore declare that that such threads are heresy and subject to exterminatus. So says the Inquisition!
 
   
 
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