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Made in ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

He tips his hat at me, therefore I still exist. I trick you into walking into a big box, seal it and mail you to Kuala Lumpur.
My hill.

Stomped

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





Way on back in the deep caves

As you wait in line at the post office to mail your unfragile package, I reclaim the hill in the name of the great Pumpkin.

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






I bust out of the box. ( i could do that without powers -_-)
Then, I stuff my socks in your mouth and sprint like hell for a phone booth. I dial up my Sandwich Goons and Gentlesir'Tan, and soon enough, I am teleported away as monstrous concrete sandwiches demolish the post office.

Gentlesir'Tan and I make snurl believe that CuddlySquig is a fervent pumpkin hater.

While snurl is off fighting, I claim the hill for my Gentlecron Club.

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

 
   
Made in ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

I defeat Snurl and trash the Gentlecron club with my mob of hysterical prohibitionists.

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
Quick-fingered Warlord Moderatus






I return from China, and from Ireland, leading my masses of football hooligan fans, point at you and tell them "He thinks your team sucks!" They then charge and beat the tobacco juice out of the prohibitionists and drive you off...
My Hill.

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

 H.B.M.C. wrote:
Well GW were mostly responsible for the Berlin Wall, so it's natural for some people to harbour resentment towards them.
 
   
Made in us
Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil





Way on back in the deep caves

The pumpkin seeds take root in the blood soaked ground. Soon. Not yet, but soon, I'll be back.

Trust in Iron and Stone  
   
Made in gb
Lethal Lhamean






Kanto

I lead a horde of pumpkin-eating mongooses into the area and wait for the seeds to take root...
My hill.

   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






I unleash the poachers of mongooses against you! I plant some evil potatoes when the deed is done.

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 gb
Lethal Lhamean






Kanto

I unleash my poachers of the poachers of mongooses to defeat your poachers of mongooses, then release more of the mongooses which not only eat pumpkins but also potatoes.

My hill.

   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






But wait, wouldn't the mongooses become evil?

So, I arrive on top of a Leman Russ Demolisher with some accompanying Chimeras. Out comes the poachers of poachers of poachers of mongooses, they are of the Ordo Poachus and delight in poaching things. Like eggs and mongooses. I replant nice potatoes

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.

 
   
Made in us
Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil





Way on back in the deep caves

Pumpkin vines erupt from the hilltop, ensnareing you and your poachers and their tanks as well; then pulling them back down beneath the soil. Then the potatoes are purged as a Ponderous Pumpkin perches precariously on the point of the peak.

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






You get an Alliteration award. It grants a 5+ invul save from bad grammar.

I come back and plant potatoes as allies. Then I go off and do homework. Face the potatoes and pumpkins Dakkanauts!

snurl's hill

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

 
   
Made in ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

I have a really late thanksgiving and invite all my friends. We feats on turkey, stuffing, mashed potato and pumpkin pie.

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 gb
Lethal Lhamean






Kanto

I poison the food. My hill.

   
Made in gb
Rampaging Reaver Titan Princeps





On your roof with a laptop

I didn't eat any. My hill.

This is a signature. It contains words of an important or meaningful nature. 
   
Made in gb
Lethal Lhamean






Kanto

Yeah, but Alpharius did. My hill.

   
Made in gb
Rampaging Reaver Titan Princeps





On your roof with a laptop

Yes, but I'm not Alpharius.

Or am I?

My hill.

This is a signature. It contains words of an important or meaningful nature. 
   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






I shoot you in the tender areas with a splinter rifle.

My hill.

(and CuddlySquig, wouldn't that be an early Thanksgiving? Sounds delicious )


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 gb
Lethal Lhamean






Kanto

Splinter rifle? That the best you got? I walk up to you in my ancient incubus warsuit and cut you down with three well-placed swipes of my demiklaves, before walking up to

My hill.

   
Made in us
Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot






(splinter rifle would bring the most agony while allowing him to live, no?)

Anyway, I sit up in Second Chance mode, drink some Reincarnation Potions and return as Emile from Halo Reach. I stab you in the back while you aren't looking with my kukri and call down the Spartans.

My hill. (haaah, put Xbox 360 and Halo Reach/4 on my wishlist, then proceeded to watch 2 hours worth of Spartans (Halo and original men) on Youtube.

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

While you are busy playing video games I whack you offside the head with a rune-encrusted warhammer.
My hill.

Trust in Iron and Stone  
   
Made in gb
Lethal Lhamean






Kanto

Decio wrote:(splinter rifle would bring the most agony while allowing him to live, no?)

No. Chances are it would kill him, and it wouldn't be as agonising as almost any of the haemonculi's little tricks.

@ snurl: I walk up to you, snap the rusty old warhammer and stab you. My hill.

   
Made in ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

 Decio wrote:
I
(and CuddlySquig, wouldn't that be an early Thanksgiving? Sounds delicious )

In Canada, Thanksgiving is in October.

I shoot you. You lose the hill for bringing a knife to a gunfight.

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 charge up the hill on top a bear firing a ak-47 at all of you my hill

Fire Fire fixes everything  
   
Made in us
Ancient Ultramarine Venerable Dreadnought






I charge up the hill on top of a tortoise firing an AK-74 at you.

My hill.

Iron Warriors 442nd Grand Battalion: 10k points  
   
Made in us
Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil





Way on back in the deep caves

I flip the tortise upside down while firing an AK47 at you. Then I make turtle soup. My hill.

Trust in Iron and Stone  
   
Made in ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Nuclear missiles launched. 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 ca
Nasty Nob





Canada

It's a dud! Meanwhile I ride my pet starfish up the hill, mowing down opposition with my supersoaker.

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 ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Only one warhead was a dud - the rest were live nukes. 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
Stalwart Veteran Guard Sergeant






I call upon the third Red Army my hill

Fire Fire fixes everything  
   
 
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