Welp, time to get back to business.
Destroy everything
[4]
Ah, the good old days when there was five of you.
You manage to explode the moon. Now the groundwar on Earth is being interrupted by shards of moonrock flying towards the planet.
Go about my business.
[6]
doop de doop, killing stuff
doop de doop, harvesting souls
doop de doop, watching the Earth get hit by massive slabs of moonrock.
Hit button
[3]
You wake up in a bed. You can't see shit.
Lolfail: Hiss, then escape through a rift.
Cyrydiad: Spit, then escape through a rift.
[2]
No brakes on the fight train. It's to the death."Eldar, please leave our solar system. We are currently in combat, and would not want to accidentally hit you."
Ask the Eldar to leave our solar system. If necessary, bargain with what we know of space. Regroup and catalog our forces.
[2]
They join in the moonrock-dodging warzone that is Earth instead. Fucking Eldar.
Locate payphone & money. Call up cheesebro.
Also:
To be honest, I find the potato fondue better than any of the first place prizes. Eat the fondue, then go find something to do.
[5]
You eat it. It is the best fondue ever. You must discover the recipe!
HA
[1]
This number has been disconnected.NOOOOO
Die.
[6]
Okay. Your brain is replaced with concentrated nitroglycerin. Ka-da-kaboom! You got the tyranid, at least.
Steal the demon's crown and wear it.
[2]
You get slapped on the nose. None for you.
Psionic mind-scour of every sapient being: the recipe for potato fondue. What I'm worried of is what is going to happen when the psykers of each faction come out.
[1]
You can't find it. On the downside, you've ticked off every faction. Fun!
(I'm just waiting for yet more extremely deadly players, like the Daleks or the Flood, to wind up on the poor blue marble.)
Recover from pan galactic gargle blaster.
[4]
Much better. Daleks have warped through from the other game, which is a pain in the butt.
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