My Hill!

[Proper noun]

After war, Irish music, plague and nuclear bombs the hill is ravaged. I die from mecha Hitler, after awhile I start to decompose.

 I'm part of the hill now, But it is still Nekokami's hill.

[Fossa]

(Oh, good, this game is back!)

Far, far in the future, I use an advanced technology to extract your DNA from the hill, merely so that I can shoo you away, and claim it as Fossa Hill, where I can sleep on a comfortable branch in my Fossa tree.

[Faust]

I dig a moat around the hill to simulate the sea, infest the hill with lemurs and convince everybody that it's part of Madagascar. Within seconds the hill has been ravaged by over-enthusiastic loggers, converted into farmland, and everything that isn't corn or cow is dead. I then convince DreamWorks to make a fifth bloody awful Madagascar movie about it, sell the rights to the merchandising and use the proceeds to buy the hill.

My capitalist utopia / ecological disaster zone!

[Caledonian]

I use time travel to travel back to a period in time where i still had the hill.

My past hill.

[Faust]

Of course technically that means it's still MY hill in the present...

...unless you're going to Marty McFly me!

[Caledonian]

That is a good idea.

I prevent Faust's existence while still in the past.

My hill.

[Faust]

Argh! I've been wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimeyed to death!

Somebody get her for me!

[Caledonian]

That doctor who reference made me pity you, i try to bring you back and miraculously succeed.

Our hill.

[Fossa]

*puts the two of you in lemur fursuits, hypnotizes you into thinking you're actual lemurs, and quickly chases you off of Mount Fossa*

Now, to find a nice, high branch and relax, on my hill!

Though a pot of Lemur Stew would be nice...

 

[Osrik]

Employing the services of a great sorcerer of the culinary arts, I have the hill turned into a great mountain of mashed potatoes and gravy.

All vegetation (and occupants of said vegetation) are washed away in the raging gravy rapids, but the great sorcerer employs a gravy boat to navigate the rapids (seen below), guarding it from any would be conquerors or hungry dinner goers.

Thus, with my loyal servant defending it, I declare this my hill of mashed potatoes and gravy.

 

[FenrirDarkWolf]

I stare in awe at the hill of potatoes until I see the horde of Irish people coming to eat.

I jump out of the way as they eat away the potato hill, chasing you away.

 

My hull.

[Kinharia]

THEY BE MAI POTATARS! *kills every other Irishperson and claims the hill for herself*

I declare this land Derpland

[Fossa]

OK, this is about as Derpy as a Fossa can look: (Which is not too derpy, but hey, we try!)

 

Thus, my hill!

 

[LazerMaster5]

I summon Satan himself to destroy your puny gods, then build a throne out of their remains as their blood rains from the sky.

My reign in blood.

[Faust]

I conclusively prove that Satan, in the latter-day Judeo-Christian sense, does not exist, being as he is an outgrowth of the Hebrew concept of the Devil's Advocate, or lawyer whose job it is to try and prevent a soul's entry into heaven by pointing out how naughty he or she was in life. Also mixed in with the Greek god Pan, hence the goats, horns, sensuality etc.

My Atheistic Hill.

[Fossa]

While you're providing this richly detailed historical and philosophical argument, I ponder what Nietzsche might have had to add, as I place you in a Victorian bird-cage, adorned with a prancing figure of Pan atop its dome and hang it aside my Wing-Back chair, in my library (as I read Thomas Mann's Dr. Faustus) in Fossa Manner, which sits atop Fossa Hill. In other words, my hill. And by the way, when it comes feeding time, are there any blood-types that are incomparable? I suppose you can also enjoy the hill, though from a somewhat restricted vantage point!

[LazerMaster5]

I climb in a giant mech and squash your neckbeard house with its neckbeard library and its neckbeard owner.

My neckbeard free hill.

[Faust]

I superglue a beard to your neck while you sleep. The giant mech's neckbeard-seeking sensors detect this and squish you flat. My hill.

Thanks for stomping me out of that cage though!

[Fossa]

My castle! And that bat is loose again! 

*cuts a branch, and attaches a net....ok, got 'em*

*stretches out on a long, flat, branch in the largest tree on Mount Fossa, wondering if bats make tasty treats, or are too tough and leathery*

My hill.And for now, my bat!

[DrGravitas]

I initiate a deforestation program on the hill, chasing you off with bulldozer.

My under-developed real estate.

[Enigma]

I tackle the doctor and bludgeon him with a large salmon.

My hill.

[fennecbyte]

I set up an LRAD at the bottom of the hill, point it at you, then screech into it.

My ear-obliterating hill.

[CrazyTundraWolf]

I put on a pair of ear protectors , dismantle the LRAD and push you off the hill

My hill

[DrGravitas]

I exploit you deafened state to sneak up a comically oversized disintegration ray machine behind you. When you see the shadow and turn around, it's already powered up. You flee for your life from the hill while I half-heartedly fire shots aimed around you.

My defense installation on a hill.

[DevilBear]

I convince the state that your disintegration machine is a threat to national security...

And there is oil underneath your land.

After a campaign of heavy air bombardment, followed by ground troops moving in, you are found hiding in a spider hole rocking a ratty t-shirt and a wicked beard.

Your hill finally liberated, I then claim it as my own, and give the government 30% of the proceeds from oil drilling operations on my hill.

[fennecbyte]

I break your oil rig and set the oil on fire.

My never-ending-until-the-oil-runs-out inferno.

[Snagged]

I become Satan, say fuck the law and enjoy my new burning home

My infernal hill

[Fossa]

With a fleet of overhead planes, I extinguish the fire with advanced chemicals, and banish you to the underworld.

I encapsulate the toxic elements of the hill in cement, and then truck in top-soil, and transplant a vast number of trees, shrubbery and pretty flowers. Laying down in a field, I ponder the turbulent past of my now Eden-like Hill.

(This hill is a lot of damn work!)

[Osrik]

As you work on restoring it, I forge a ancestral claim on the hill. With this justification as casus belli, I attack and conquer the hill.

 I declare myself Earl of the County of Hill, and begin my reign.

My feudal hill.

[FenrirDarkWolf]

I overthrow your feudal kingdom with my army of otters!!!

My democracy of otters hill

[Kinharia]

I charge in like a derp, head first and end up attacking the tree right next to the hill.

My concussion!

[Fossa]

Taking advantage of your dazed state, I place you in a wooden barrel, and roll you down the hill.

Bon Voyage!

My Hill.

[Snagged]

While you were placing Kinharia in a barrel, I tied a string attached to that same barrel around your ankle. You roll down the hill with Kinharia

Au revoir!

My hill

[LazerMaster5]

I reject your reality and substitute my own, with booze, male strippers, and heavy metal.

My gay-ass hill.

[Faust]

I construct another hill next to your hill, a great big round one, so the two together now look like an immense pair of buttocks.

Your gay ass-hill.

[DevilBear]

I convince a bunch of drunken frat members that the hill looks like tits and that it'd be super awesome to host rush week from Mount Tiddy.

We bum rush the place, chanting out Greek letters, before throwing you into a river.

My double secret probation hill.

[fennecbyte]

I construct a higher hill between both of your hills.

My penis-shaped hill.

[Enigma]

I alert all Tumblr feminists to your penis hill and they rip you apart limb by limb.

My politically correct hill

[Fossa]

I place the world's largest condom over your penis shaped hill, thus suffocating you and the Tumblr feminists.

My safe-sex promoting, well protected hill!

[FenrirDarkWolf]

The mysterious well on your hill suddenly explodes with water!

My broken condom hill

[Faust]

I convert the hill to judaism. A team of 100 mohels move in to circumcise it by removing all the useless bits of skin from the top. Unfortunately this includes you.

Oy vey, it's my hill already! Have some cake!

[Kinharia]

I call up a bunch of Neo Nazi's and we overtake the hill. Zieg heil der Füher Kinharia! o/

My Neo Nazi Hill.

[Osrik]

I call in the Spanish Inquisition, who, arriving completely unexpected, convert your hill to Catholicism and expel you from it.

My intolerant hill.

[Fossa]

I drug everyone on the hill with powerful sedatives, and then, while they are sleeping, tie them up, and roll them down the hill. I then abolish and destroy all the churches, and erect statues of myself, whom all must now bow down to and worship, who dare to be allowed to walk upon, or even behold Fossa Hill.

[fennecbyte]

A bunch of fedora-wearing atheist neckbeards notice your hill and decide to invade it, expelling every sign of religion and opposition.

Somebody else's overly-edgy hill.

[TheGreatFanatic]

@LadyRadarEars cuddles you to death.

My hill.

[LadyRadarEars]

The cuddling tires me out so I fall asleep on @TheGreatFanatic and he suffocates, my hill.

:3

[FenrirDarkWolf]

I tell the government your ears are picking up their signals so they arrest you.

My hill with a dead body.

[Kinharia]

I push you off the hill with my giant fluffy tail. I then throw the body at you so as to keep you occupied.

My Hill!

[DevilBear]

I get the city to rezone your hill into residential housing. A new, high rent apartment complex is constructed. You can't afford the rent so you have to move uptown to a low income housing project.

My gentrified hill.