Ho-ho-ho! You pawns of the Dark Gods! Good ol' Sorce... uhh Saiiint Kilrane here... to give you some holiday cheer. Are you an avid poster? Are you on the fence about buying the game? Are you opening your purse/wallet/bank account and seeing nothing but moths? (cyber-moths are the worst!) Well keep typing! Worry no more about the price of the game! Bap that moth out of the way! (or in case of cyber-moths get a new computer) Because I have the phat lewts! And them lewts are Warrior Packs! You want one? All you have to do is write or draw something "Christmas-y" flavored that is 40k related. It would behoove you to not cheat. Cheating only ruins the fun for yourself and others and slows down the process because once I find one (and I've found a few) I have to look at all of the entrees. Please, if you aren't creative enough to do something on your own I'm sure there are plenty of people on this forum who are and are willing to help! This is about building a community Am I giving away 5 packs like usual? No! Am I giving away 6 packs? No! You can win one of the 9.99 packs that I'll be giving away (ok... fine I'll round up to 10) Read the instructions below (or risk disqualification): IMPORTANT: This contest is open only to players who DO NOT have a Founder's Pack on their accounts. DOUBLE IMPORTANT: Read and follow the instructions. I won't be doing my reminders anymore and if you failed to read instructions thoroughly you won't be considered for judgement; which would suck if you had a wonderful entry. Your entry can be changed up until the cutoff by clicking "Edit" and making your changes. That way I don't have to sift through tons of changes. How to enter: 1) Comment on this page with your submission. 2) Once you've have commented on this page: send me a private message with the title "Giveaway #6" (my Inbox, not my profile wall) with a link to your submission in this thread. Make sure you receive "Submission received." from me. If you don't, there's something wrong with your submission and you need to fix it. 3) Only enter once. Multiple submissions will not be considered. 4) Submissions will be accepted until December 25th. Right on time! For Sorcer.... uhh Saint Kilrane! 5) Contestants have 1 complete week (7 days) to claim their prizes. If winners do not claim them then others will be selected to receive the unclaimed packs. PRIZES! 10 participants will be selected and receive a gifted Warrior's Pack from yours truly. Submission time is from today until the cutoff date when I'll select winners and (maybe) open another round of giveaways. HOW TO SUBMIT A LINK: Step 1: Find the number of your post (circled in red) and click it. A URL will come up, copy the top one. Step 2: Start up a conversation with me. To get around the filter problem, paste the link in the message and then put a space in it like so: forum. eternalcrusade.com/threads/a-contest-just-about-anyone-can-win.44748/page-3#post-723824 Step 3: Profit. I've helped 37 people get packs! Come and get your own!
1 Christmas is the perfect time to spread the wraith of the warlords and immortals and to create kill streaks that will last forever. chaos marines are God's perfect, indescribable gift. The amazing thing is that not only are we able to receive this mine and their anger , but we are able to share it with others on Christmas and every other day of the year. 2 Christmas waves a DESTRUCTION wand over this world, and behold, everything is SHAPER and more DEADLY. 3 Instead of being a time of unusual behavior, Christmas is perhaps the only time in the year when people can obey their kill spirit and express their true sentiments without feeling any regret and, perhaps, feel more deadly . Christmas, in short, is about the only chance a man has to be himself be the reaper and execute everyone who wills to fight 4 “One can never have enough executions ," said the dark santa. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get to die even once . People will insist on giving me slaughters .” 5 Once upon a time, there was a chaos space marine clan lord who worked very hard just to keep skulls on the table for his chaos gods . This particular year a few days before Christmas, he punished his fellow clan member after learning that he had used up the clan's only piece of expensive energy weaponry . As stock was tight, he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve he saw that the member had used all of the expensive energy weaponry to slaughter one space marine he had put under the Christmas tree. He also was concerned about what hes gonna tell the gods where he used the weaponry . Nevertheless, the next morning the member , filled with excitement, brought the gift box captain and said, "This is for you, captain !" As he opened the box, the captain was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, now regretting how he had punished him. But when he opened the box, he found it was only one skull and again his anger flared. "Don't you know, young Man ," he said harshly, "when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be many skulls not just one !" The member looked up at him with sad face and whispered: "captain , it's not just one skull. I slaughtered the captain of the opposing clan ." The captain was crushed. He asked the member to forgive him for his unnecessary anger. The member was then promoted SANTA space marine {not created by me to be honest } ONLY THIS IS NOT MINE merry Christmas {if i get founders pack and get in game i will be like this } one prayer to the Chaos Gods our Chaos Gods in hell Holy be your name Your kingdom come Your Will be done On Arkhona as in hell Give us today Our daily Blood Forgive us our Sins As we slaughter those Who sin against us Do not bring us to the test But deliver us to Evil -Amen proof u are santa sorrry for bad writing !!! I Will be Very happy to receive a warrior pack
(Somewhat) to the tune of "Let it snow!" Oh the warpstorm outside is frightful But the heretic's blood's delightful And since we'got more to scourge Let us purge! Let us purge! Let us purge! Still no signs of confessing Don't worry, I've holy relics for blessing Of defeat, they're on the verge Let us purge! Let us purge! Let us purge! When we finally kill this mutan' His body I'll just throw in a ditch But if you really want to be brutal I'll let you torture a witch Though their eyes are no longer gleaming Holy emperor, they're still screaming But if to purify you've got the urge Let us purge! Let us purge! Let us purge!
All throughout the night all was quiet, not even a mouse was a stirring. Around a campfire laid a squad of Imperial Guardsmen waiting for the man in red. It was ol' Techpriest come to give the men cheer, for he brought with him a bag of supplys direct from his forge world where servitors worked day and night, to make goods and supplies for all the good little imperium soldiers.
The space marine moved his chainsword with unimaginable speed into the flesh of the Ravener, and a small smile appeared on his face as his enemy fell quickly into the ground. He glanced around and saw most of his squad engaged with the enemy in close quarters, while slightly above ground were the devastator squads, firing continuously from the top of a building into the Tyranid attack, while to his left, a little farther from the combat, was a land raider, greatly assisting the tactical squads. The world was Rycalawre in the Ultima segmentum, and the Crimson Fists of the 4th company were sent months ago from Rynn's World to assist the defenses of the sector against the bulk of the remnants of a Tyranid hive fleet. For almost a century under the leadership of the most famous Alessio Cortez, the Fourth Company was now under the command of Wulfburk, though it was said that it was temporally, as Cortez was still thought to be alive, though no one, not even the Crimson Fists Chapter Master, Pedro Kantor, had any idea of Cortez' whereabouts. Wulfburk's defences held the main city of Rycalawre for months alongside the planetary defense forces and other space marine companies from chapters such as the Salamanders and the Imperial Fists, but this recent attack almost managed a breach, only Wulfburk's swift counter attack across the flanks of the major tyranid swarm managed to stop their advance, and as most of the tyranids diverged unto the crimson fists position, the other imperium forces mustered from their rout and joined with the 4th company in the outer ruins of the city. The fighting was fierce, but the Imperium forces held, and after days of fighting, the tyranids number slowly began to shorten, and after a week, no sightings were done. A month later, it was the anniversary of the day the first human colonists arrived in the planet, and much rejoicing was done, with the Space marines being gifted many useless things by the graceful population. The past 3 weeks plans were made to rebuild the infrastructure of the planet, and most of the Space marine companies, including the Crimson fists, moved from the planet, either to attack the remnants of the Tyranid hive fleet in the other planets o the sector or to other important business of the imperium. The Ultramarines, though they in fact arrived to late to take part in the battle, were the most rejoiced by the population as they secured the planet. Each space marine had won a dozen of gifts from different civilians, and it was said that only in the anniversay of the colonists arrival in the planet they could open it. And that day arrived. Only if they knew, that the Hive mind intelect would be so bold to scheme such plans... As all the gifts were open, the world succumbed once again. Spoiler
Okay, Gorthar gave me the idea to do this with his submission, and I'm sure you can guess what I tried to parody: Slaughtering through the snow, In a one tank open Glaive Over the battle fields we go, Purging all the way Cry's of anguish ring, The blood, glistening bright! What fun it is to purge and sing, A murderous tune tonight Oh, Golden Throne, Golden Throne More sacrifices are needed today How many heretics must be slayed On this never ending crusade? Mutants bleed, heretics plead, Bones snap underneath my Predator Oh, what fun it is to fight, In the name of the Emperor!
