King of the ever-changing white-washed racist hill of crap

[SacreDoom]

I Summon an army deadric overlords using barrels of acidic elephant-piss as weapons. Then, Melt down whatever defenses your hill may have and I build a giant fortress made out of reflecting crystals. Then, I build a lake of the same acidic elephant-piss as my army uses, and i set up a giant electronic laser system that kills anyone near the fortress. Then, i build some robot guards who's immune to everything, and place 'em all around the lake as security.

...My hill.

[NaoWhut]

I call upon the fist of jorb to destroy
your impenetrable fortress. I then
place a claim stake and village idol on
the hill surrounding the hill with statues
except for a 3 tile openning between
the statues with a 20 tile brickwall
extending outwards from the point, i
then mold mountains on either side of
the brick wall and get loftar's ql 2000
ranger's bow and have someone watch
the only location you can get to the hill
by, shooting anyone that walks too close.

I also log out alts at each wall segment,
if you do manage to break through one
segment i log an alt on immediately, you
must kill them and then wait for them to
decay, my archer aimed at you the whole
time.

My hill?

[Repercussionist]

I track the unbelievably large amount of scents left in the spot, summon you all, and kill you while you're offline, forcing you all to reincarnate with 25% of your lp and stats, since you were all full change.

[NaoWhut]

You came too close, my archer killed you.

[Repercussionist]

What archer? You mean the one I beat to death with a delicious jorb dong? My agility is far too high for him to handle.

[rozn]

I go to Jorb's house and unplug the server and destroy it with a sledge hammer

[Repercussionist]

.... That was going to be my next step....

[zacty]

i recreate the exact events thatw ere going on in the server at the time it was smashed, and then go on to demolish everything with my u3er 1337 airstikes.

my rl hill now suckas

[NaoWhut]

I slowly walk up to the hill, steadily
climbing it's side until i reach the top.
I spread my arms for a second taking
in the sight of all the death and
destruction of the past few days. A
deep breath leaves my mouth as i
unzip the fly on my pants and leave
my own mark atop the desolate hillside.
As i walk away from the now wet waste-
land of a hill a grin crosses my mouth
for a second. Two words leave my lips
for mear seconds amidst the silence
broken only by a quiet wind,
"My hill."

[DaMaGe]

the piss joke is getting old. *levels hill, then throws crap at you, which buries you and creates a crap hill*
my crap hill