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2012/09/30 11:16:53
Subject: King of the Hill
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Executing Exarch
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Your tea has been laced with cyanide. I destroy the New-U machine and claim the hill. My hill.
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DS:90-S+G++M--B--I+Pw40k05#+D++A++/eWD324R++T(D)DM+ |
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2012/10/01 07:43:36
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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I tunnel under the hill and hollow it out, and rebuild it in a safe location. Then I stuff the cavity with dynamite and blow it to smithereens.
My hill.
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Trust in Iron and Stone  |
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2012/10/01 08:04:37
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Anonymous launches an attack on 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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2012/10/01 17:13:53
Subject: King of the Hill
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Quick-fingered Warlord Moderatus
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After finding another New-U station, and traveling great distances for a long time just to get back to the place, I storm the hill and place sentry turrets all around it. My hill.
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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.
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2012/10/01 17:25:03
Subject: Re:King of the Hill
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Trazyn's Museum Curator
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I wait till the sentry turrets despawn and just snipe you in the head. I then camp next to the new-u machine and snipe you until you run out of money. My hill.
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This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/10/01 17:25:12
What I have
 ~4100
 ~1660
Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!
A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble
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2012/10/01 17:29:41
Subject: King of the Hill
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Quick-fingered Warlord Moderatus
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The last respawn was a hologram of myself, while I sneaked behind you and sliced your spine through with my sword. "0".
My hill.
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This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/10/01 17:30:47
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.
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2012/10/01 17:32:39
Subject: King of the Hill
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Trazyn's Museum Curator
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 Dr. Temujin wrote:The last respawn was a hologram of myself, while I sneaked behind you and sliced your spine through with my sword. "0".
My hill.
You get booted from the server for cheating. Zero can't use turrets 
My hill.
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What I have
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Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!
A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble
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2012/10/01 18:22:22
Subject: King of the Hill
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Assault Kommando
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Drop a Mako Tank (mass effect) from orbit on top of you and securing the hill. My hill.
(am I doing this right? Lol)
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2012/10/01 22:55:03
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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I yank the plug on your videogame tank and it dissipates. Then I re-infest the hill with pumpkins.
My hill.
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Trust in Iron and Stone |
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2012/10/01 23:29:59
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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I gas the place with herbicide. 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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2012/10/01 23:43:09
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Ultramarine Venerable Dreadnought
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I see your herbicide and raise you Agent Orange.
My hill.
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Iron Warriors 442nd Grand Battalion: 10k points |
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2012/10/01 23:51:06
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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I go with VX Nerve Gas - 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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2012/10/01 23:55:11
Subject: King of the Hill
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Nasty Nob
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I bring you before an international tribunal for the indiscriminate use of nerve gas. You are convicted of crimes against humanity, while you spout accusations of being "victimized by multinational imperialists" and "still being the president of the hill."
My hill.
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2012/10/01 23:57:37
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Power armored US Air Cavalry deep strike from orbit, extract me, and we're evacuated by air. I go to the US and continue my weapons development while the US bombs the hill. Our 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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2012/10/02 02:06:37
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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Turns out the hill is on the Pumpkinahannock tribal grounds. I boot you off my ancient ancestral lands and build a casino on it. (with crazy slots tuesdays!)
My hill.
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2012/10/02 03:01:01
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Ultramarine Venerable Dreadnought
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I pull off an Ocean's Eleven-esque heist and steal all the money from your casino. With no profits, the casino is forced to shut down and sell the casino to me, which I buy using the money I stole.
My hill.
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Iron Warriors 442nd Grand Battalion: 10k points |
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2012/10/02 23:12:52
Subject: King of the Hill
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Assault Kommando
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threw the powers of cthulhu i drive you mad causing you to throw yourself off the roof of the Casino.
cthulhu's hill.
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2012/10/02 23:16:50
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Draigo pops out of the Warp and kicks Cthulhu's butt. Our 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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2012/10/02 23:19:18
Subject: King of the Hill
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Trazyn's Museum Curator
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 Tadashi wrote:Draigo pops out of the Warp and kicks Cthulhu's butt. Our hill.
Draigo was in fact Cthulu in disguise, who in turn was me in disguise (what a twist!). My hill.
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What I have
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~1660
Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!
A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble
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2012/10/02 23:27:47
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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The real Draigo arrives and throws you into the Warp where you turn into spawn. Our 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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2012/10/02 23:31:16
Subject: King of the Hill
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Trazyn's Museum Curator
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Tadashi wrote:The real Draigo arrives and throws you into the Warp where you turn into spawn. Our hill.
That was in fact a decoy, as part of an elaborate plot by Alpharius. Who is disguised as the hill.
Alpharius's hill.
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What I have
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Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!
A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble
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2012/10/02 23:33:00
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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The Ultramarines arrive and lance the hill. Our 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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2012/10/02 23:37:28
Subject: King of the Hill
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Trazyn's Museum Curator
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The hill was relocated to another planet in an attempt to out-plot Alpharius. Only some sort of Tactical Genius could have...CREEEED! Creed's hill. I get to have a part of it for telling him about Alpharius's plan in the first place. Also, shield generators and anti-ship defenses everywhere.
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This message was edited 3 times. Last update was at 2012/10/02 23:38:11
What I have
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Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!
A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble
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2012/10/02 23:40:10
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Diz 'ere 'ill belongz ta da Orkz!
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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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2012/10/02 23:47:46
Subject: King of the Hill
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Executing Exarch
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Fungicide. My hill.
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DS:90-S+G++M--B--I+Pw40k05#+D++A++/eWD324R++T(D)DM+ |
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2012/10/03 00:15:19
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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I reanimate all the dead orks and throw another very slow waaaaugh with ork-zombies.
My hill.
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Trust in Iron and Stone |
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2012/10/03 00:16:20
Subject: King of the Hill
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Tzeentch sneezes and all the zombies turn to dust. Then a passersby comes and claims the hill. His hill. Just as planned...
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This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/10/03 00:16:40
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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2012/10/03 00:19:02
Subject: King of the Hill
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Trazyn's Museum Curator
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Tadashi wrote:Tzeentch sneezes and all the zombies turn to dust. Then a passersby comes and claims the hill. His hill. Just as planned...
The passerby inhales the zombie dust and becomes a zombie. Zombies can't own property. No one's hill. I change my name to Nemo, which means "No one" in Greek. The hill therefore legally becomes mine. I shotgun that zombie squatter through the head (wearing a gas mask, of course) and enlist the CDC to get rid of the zombie dust. Just as planned.
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This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/10/03 00:19:19
What I have
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~1660
Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!
A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble
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2012/10/03 00:40:02
Subject: King of the Hill
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Quick-fingered Warlord Moderatus
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It's raining Nurglings! And they spread their love (corrosive gases) throughout the area, giggling and laughing. Then, I emerge, a Plague-Champion of Nurgle (and a very tough objective holder), to claim...
My Hill.
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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.
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2012/10/03 00:42:21
Subject: King of the Hill
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Trazyn's Museum Curator
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Dr. Temujin wrote:It's raining Nurglings! And they spread their love (corrosive gases) throughout the area, giggling and laughing. Then, I emerge, a Plague-Champion of Nurgle (and a very tough objective holder), to claim... My Hill.
I sic my team of crack-elite-Order-Malleus-lawyers on your demonic ass! They not only successfully sue you for everything you have, but they also send you back into the warp. Still legally my hill.
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This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/10/03 00:42:31
What I have
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Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!
A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble
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CSM 
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