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The centre of a massive brood chamber, heaving and pulsating.
Unit 01 turns up and tears apart your orbital strike cruiser with its bare hands. It lands on the hill and guards it. The hill is now protected by an enormous psychotic robot that isn't actually a robot piloted by a psychologically disturbed 14 year old boy.
My hill.
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!
The Star Gods and the oldcrons come and kick your butts. 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.'
Waves of bargain hunting black friday shoppers swarm the hill. You are unprepared and overwhelmed. I rush in with discounted pumpkins and take back the 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.'
The centre of a massive brood chamber, heaving and pulsating.
Doctor Octogonapus.
My hill.
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!
My hill. I open a rift to the Dark Zone and the Gigashadow comes out and burrows around the hill. And for those who don't know, the Gigashadow is basically a moon sized pillbug with freaky psychic-esque powers. He also hates all of humanity, and will destroy all life if unchecked. He's from Lexx.
And just for reference:
That little yellowish thing on the right next to the red line is the Lexx, a warship the size of a large city.
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What I have
~4100
~1660
Westwood lives in death!
Peace through power!
A longbeard when it comes to Necrons and WHFB. Grumble Grumble
The Grinch looked around, an said here's what i'll do,
he stole the Gigashadow and stole the Lexx too.
Then triumphantly blowing who who on his trumpet,
he rode to the top of the hill to dump it.
Grinch's Hill
After feasting in Foodcourtia for nearly a whole day, I enslave and kill 50 random Inquisitors who just so happened to be nearby.
Then, after warming up and dropping my huge foody belly,
I shove the Grinch through a conveniently placed telly.
(my rhyming mode isn't functioning, need to update the software)
After that, I turn on the TV and throw it, and the Grinch, into a small pond.
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.
This is the song that never ends
Yes it goes on and on my friends
Some people started singing it not knowing what it was
And they'll continue singing it forever just because...
This is the song that never ends
Yes it goes on and on my friends
Some people started singing it not knowing what it was
And they'll continue singing it forever just because...
My hill
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I don't usually like to rhyme,
except for when I have some time,
But In this, I will be joining,
But like I said, I don't like rhyming,
I'll rhyme for once, that I will,
If as a result I get the hill.
My hill.
This is a signature. It contains words of an important or meaningful nature.
I know a song that will get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves, I know a song that will get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves, I know a song that will get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves, I know a song that will get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves...
The centre of a massive brood chamber, heaving and pulsating.
Black Rock Shooter blasts Matt Ward into the air with her cannon and cleaves him in two with her Katana in the most awesome fashion possible. Everybody loves her and she guards the hill.
My hill.
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!
Grinch awoke with a jolt, and arose quite abrupt, er;
Decio hadn't planned on ground fault interruptor.
He snuck back up the hill,
wary of the katana,
and sent her down tumbling
on a peel of banana.
Grinch's hill
Lolwut. (are you referring to the Black Rock Shooter or me when you say 'sent HER down tumbling?) I'm a guy.
I shoot the Grinch in the face with a bolt pistol and dare everyone else to rhyme some more. I also stroll over to snurl's abode and teleport it into the side of the hill. Then, i tie him to a flagpole for a few hours before feeding him delicious spaghetti.
My hill.
This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/11/25 05:03:53
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.
I see you still
You wanna fight, ya wanna muddle?
Wanna take my hill?
First I'll give a squiggy cuddle
With arms wide open
Atop the Squig's hill
Welcome to my hill, I'll show you everything
With arms wide open (so I can hug you)
We're no strangers to hugs
You know the rules, they're not that big
But if you don't, I'll get you with my thugs
I'm sure you'd get this from any other squig
Now, listen up hill, I'm...
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
(albeit I might sell you into slavery)
The centre of a massive brood chamber, heaving and pulsating.
Yoko shoots you from a distance, and just to be sure, Gurren Lagann turns up and pulverises you with the "THAT'S MY HILL YOU BASTARD STOMP!!!!".
My hill. Well, what's left of it anyway.
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!
CthuluIsSpy wrote: KHORNE IS ANGERED BY YOUR CONTINUOUS RHYMING!
He sends his almighty champion, Brian Blessed, to set things right.
Brien Blessed's hill.
If khorne is so angry at all of this rhyming,
he should get ready for this hill I'm climbing,
and once I have reached the apex of this hill,
a challenge I'll issue for a test of skill,
and only once he has bested me with rhyme,
shall he win this hill and have victory bells chime.
This whole complex scheme is of tzeench's will,
For now I shall state in loud voice, "My hill!"
I do not want to take this hill,
do not want to, but I will.
I will not bomb it with a plane,
I will not creep up in the rain.
I will not sneak up like a fox,
I will not use an armored box.
I will creep through the razor wire,
I will supress with bolter fire.
When I tire of these Suess charades,
I'll spam you off with Krak Grenades.
I do not want to take this hill,
But I'm on top, so I guess I will.
My hill.
I run you over in my Land Raider Requiem. My band of hooded Chaplains and priests surround the LR and
is performed using the LR's special loudspeakers and beacons.
My hill. This is gonna be epic.
This message was edited 3 times. Last update was at 2012/11/26 05:06:32
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.
~4100
~1660
