King of the hill

I execute order 66

My hill.

 

I turn on my inner Sith powers.

Eoj and I battle for years.

Both of us tempted to check the forums.

Eoj can't resist, he pulls out his phone.

"NEGATIVE RATING???" He shouts as I slice him in half.

I believe this hill is mine.

 

You realize that I'm your son and die being fried by Darth Sidious while tossing him into the Death Stars reactor core. You die saving your son.

My Hill

 

I wait until Luke Skywalker (Mongoose) grows as old as the movie itself, and then I take the opportunity to smash him with a Death Star. If you're wondering how I came back alive, there is such thing as respawn. (But only gods can do that)

If your wondering how I didn't die of old age, I'm wondering that too. Let's just put this into 2 simple words.

My hill.

 

I don't die until sometime in December so you have a bit of a wait, I'm still alive.

My hill

 

I hadoukened you off the hill.

Mine now.

 

*parachutes down and kicks you in the shins making you roll down the hill*
Dis is my hill.

 

I walk up the hill with my hands and punch you off the Hill

Mine again.

 

*fires a canon that sends you flying off into the distance*
It shall never be yours.

 

*uses a bird to fly back to the hill and snap your neck, making you fall off the hill*

It will always be mine.

 

*somehow survives the neck snap*

My hill.

 

Note that each 'domination' has to be related to the previous one.

moves out of the way.

watches you hit the ground and die

I claim this hill as my own

 

I gently ask you, wishing for no more bloodshed.

Taking a look at my gibus and noting no unusual, you let the noob have a chance on the hill.

I meditate and crouch, wishing only to own part of the hill. However, you mercifully let me have it all.

Don't kill me

My hill please

 

I walk up the hill and steal your gibus and add it to my collection. Then

off the hill into thorns.

 

backstab invitation accepted

my hill

 

I offer you a sandvich and throw it down the hill. You chase after it. I crouch on the hill and I am your sandvich dispenser. Love me.

 

I learn you make shitty sandviches and I sap you to death, as you are a sandvich dispenser, and you die.

My hill.

 

I offer chocolate instead and you leave. I crouch on the hill, now I am a chocolate dispenser.

 

I wear a gas mask permanently. I climb the hill and burn you to a crisp.
My hill.