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Post by Zrascak on Sept 22, 2009 17:13:13 GMT
Hive tyrant
Using necromancy on a figure and then put the head between it's legs for fun is not a good idea, especially not if it because it was from the beginning a figurine is immune to the obeyance spells you've cast on it.
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Post by Alta on Oct 4, 2009 18:29:38 GMT
Buried Carnifex armed with a Wrecking Ball
Thats an interesting rock...
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Post by Lewis C. on Oct 10, 2009 20:46:29 GMT
Ripper falls from the sky and hits you on the head
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Post by Rampage on Oct 10, 2009 21:24:47 GMT
Zoanthrope.
You know that smile that's always on it's face? Yea, that doesn't mean it's happy to see you.
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Post by Alta on Oct 10, 2009 21:32:29 GMT
Tyranid spores:
The whole party stopped in their tracks. There was something ahead. Something big. A massive, hunched shape, leaning against one of the walls of the corridor, hideous, barely visible in the half-light. ‘Somebody get a torch on that!’ The Shas’la shone their torches at the shape. Their hearts stopped. Ahead of them, filling up half of the tunnel, was an enormous chunk of twisted metal; a broken, warped slab of Kles’tak, leant against one wall. On one side was the Tau emblem, scratched to shreds, fine strips of shredded metal hanging off it, with a terrible, gaping gash in the middle. As they watched, a steaming, hot, foamy liquid dropped from the tears and the hinges, frothing an bubbling as it hit the ground. Where it hit, the acid immediately began to work, eating into the very fabric of the ship, hissing as thick clouds of foul, white steam rose up through the air. ‘The hatch!’ The Shas’vre didn’t need telling. He sat down. No doubt the Tyranids were already through. ‘We can’t turn back now! We’ve got to make it to that generator.’ For once, nobody questioned this. ‘Move. C’mon. Make your way around it.’
Cautiously, one by one, the Shas’la began to edge their way around the great slab of metal, then the hole where it had once sat, barely lifting their eyes from the ground, lest they step in something unpleasant… Edging around in single file, the process seemed to take for ever; the Shas’vre’s heart had begun to pound uncontrollably. What would they find ahead? Had the Tyranids left? If not, why hadn’t they reached them yet? They were at the hatch, after all… Had they? Had they reached them? Could he trust those Earth Caste? Through his mind, he began to run thousands of hideous reports of Tyranid mind control, slavery and infiltration. All lies of course.
‘Ok, let’s get going!’ ‘Wait, Shas’vre – there’s something here!’ Next thing he knew, a Shas’la had been sent flying through the air, only to be stopped, mid-flight; his feeble, puny Tau body flailing as a long, twisting tentacle snared his ankle, dragging him back. Slender, barbed spikes were growing out of the Shas’la’s chest as they watched – no, his head too… arms legs… ‘Over there!’ Within seconds, the entire corridor had been filled with shots as the Shas’la opened fire at the assailant. But it was too late for the Shas’la; within seconds, his entire body had become transformed as spores infested him, filling every cavity of his corpse; the final shreds of his suit, ripped apart by the barbs, fell limply from his mangled body and his helmet cracked open; he dropped the gun, falling to the ground. It was clear that he was no longer himself, but he – no, the creature – still tried to stand up, instantly falling down on broken ankles and cracked hooves; slimy, pulsating tentacles and soft, fleshy, bulbous growths seeped out of his skin, before replacing it… ‘Fire!’ The creature screamed – or more tried to, its cracked, torn vocal tract letting out a long, hoarse whisper of pain, but would not be stopped. It’s pain meant nothing; the Shas’la – no, the thing crawled on, dragging itself along the ground with arms encrusted with alien carapace, gargling, vomiting and choking…
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Post by Zrascak on Oct 10, 2009 21:48:34 GMT
Hve tyrant and two carnifexes (using a chaos sorcerer)
I really must stop all thios necromancy on figurines, escecially sice giving life to two carnifexes, one hive tyrnat and one chaos sorcerer at the smate time is not a good idea, the sorcerer is being used as ammunition againts you.
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Post by thethickaman on Oct 14, 2009 15:31:56 GMT
one night stand with a HIV tyrant, need i say more.
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Post by dragathen on Oct 16, 2009 17:12:59 GMT
kicked in the gonads by a carnifex INSTANT DEATH
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Post by Fungus A on Oct 17, 2009 10:19:33 GMT
Trygon, it doesn't kill me, because I have A HUGE CAT.
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Post by Zrascak on Oct 18, 2009 18:30:44 GMT
Ordering an artillery strike upon a small tyranid hvie and then rush in because you want to kill some nids and get caught bhy a lictor is not a good combination.
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Post by salamut2202 on Oct 19, 2009 5:43:09 GMT
a zoanthrope teleports you to 6,000 meters in the air with a whale and a bowl of petunias
the whale is trying to make friends with the grounds while the bowl of petunia is thinking 'not again'
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Post by Alta on Oct 19, 2009 12:26:26 GMT
You teleport, but end up in a random cave with a sign that says: "YOU HAVE BEEN DIVERTED"
You then get killed by a tyranid warrior who insists that you keep killing all his reincarnations
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Post by Fungus A on Oct 27, 2009 12:04:47 GMT
Killed by a malanthrope, because I mistook it for Cthulhu and gave it a hug.
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