King of the Hill.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Oh, really? Come on and take it, then! One step closer, and my Planetary Pudding Prowlers will reduce it to gunk churning in their guts.

Did I mention the Pudding Prowlers are each the size of Jupiter (and have also been known occasionally to deviate from their love of pudding, to satisfy a disturbing and dangerous bloodlust for mortal flesh)?

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Don't have to. I'm a ruler in exile, like the Dalai Lama. Everyone already knows the hill belongs to me.

[Myself]

I sit in the base I created in the pit I was sent to.

I find a new hill and claim it for myself, while sending a clone to feign an attempt to capture the old hill.

My hill.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Nooooo, my fiance! I dive tackle the clone.

Also, you didn't tell me we could find other hills. I send my followers to build a church on a different hill.

[WonderDrow]

So the old hill has been devoured by the Planetary Pudding Prowlers as repercussion for the feign attack from the clone.
Guess I'll have to use Puddingkinesis another time.

And I hope those PPP will be ok. With all those laxatives I put in that pudding hill and their size I bet Penulti might be in a shitty situation...  

Oh well, Myself can enjoy that new hill for a while.
For the moment I'll just ask the Order of Space Shinobis to plant a few XF5D360.8 seeds on the hill.

[Zaleramancer]

I die from the hit, then get back up and ignore it, because I am the master of over three hundred psychopomps* and as such death is more of a mild inconvenience for me.

Once upon a time, Zale had the power to gain the hill and all other relating hills, and cause time travel to stop working for all hill-related purposes, the end.

I use Story Power.

* I, in fact, possess 2/5ths of all reaper-based powers. 

[The Narrator]

Seeing my time to shine, I dazzle Zale with a brilliant light show, disorienting him. I summon my flag, and surround it with alternate versions of myself to protect it.

[WonderDrow]

The XF5D360.8 seeds have matured into ground octopuses.

In the blink of an eye a thousant spiked tentacles spawn out of the ground of the hill.  
It happens so violently that they spike through each alternate version of The Narrator and push out his flag.

Then each tentacle stiffens into the form of a flagged pole with my emblem.  

Consider yourself flagged.

[The Narrator]

Seeing two alternate forms of events happening with spikes and octupui, Narrator takes this time to shake reality and erase the poles from happening. The alternates disappear, and Narrator,reclaims his flag!

(I seen two emails Wonderdrow hence the alternate reality)

--
Derek A. Haynes
Lead Tutor
Destined for Greatness: Academic Services

[WonderDrow]

It is revealed that the moment the seeds matured they released an dreamweaving gas that made The Narrator and his alternates dream of an alternate reality. Only in his dreamscape the reality was shaken, not stirred.

While they were dreaming the tentacles actually "gently" carried their bodies off the hill.
Then stiffened and transformed into flagpoles with my emblem.

[The Narrator]

(I've been staring at that brilliant response for hours. Good one wonder...)

--
Derek A. Haynes
Lead Tutor
Destined for Greatness: Academic Services

[WonderDrow]

[Zaleramancer]

I use my newest power to create the anthropomorphic personification of the hill, a rather harassed looking young woman named Betty.

I proceed to have a nice chat over tea with her and the anthropomorphic personification of the Death Mountain, a nice young man named Ben.

[WonderDrow]

The Mad Hatter walks by and puts the annoying talking rabbit in his hat.

"The hill is just...Just a whisper away... A way home to wonder...Wonder who...Who knows how to measure time...With a ruler! Cruel rules..."

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[WonderDrow]

(LOL @ using logic against the Mad Hatter)

Suddenly behind Entomon-Insectus a semi-bottomless pit appears.
The poof of smoke was just the Mad Hatter teleporting in front of Entomon-Insectus.

And for some odd reason he now has a beard.

"THIS ... IS ... WONNNDDDERRRRLLAAANNDD !!!"

The Mad Hatter kicks Entomon-Insectus in the pit.
Sparta style.

"Everyone wants some magical solution for their problem and everyone refuses to believe in magic."

[The Narrator]

Narrator and the alternates awake. 

"That was a good nap."  The alternates return to their origins.  

Seeing what happened to bug he got a wicked idea.  Storm clouds began to form and gale winds swept in. An epic tornado formed, clearing the field.  Having a flag in hand-he took the hill personifications into the tornado with him to the new land.  Oz.

He got Elphaba and Glinda to protect him so he could attempt to keep this hill.

"MY HILL!" Was the last thing they heard before the portal severed.

(I know many of you can teleport, but hey, gives me time to think....)

--
Derek A. Haynes
Lead Tutor
Destined for Greatness: Academic Services

[Zaleramancer]

I play Ozma face up in attack mode!

[The Narrator]

A black wargreymon appears 

--
Derek A. Haynes
Lead Tutor
Destined for Greatness: Academic Services

[Zaleramancer]

Ozma uses her Magic Belt.

The Black Wargreymon becomes a harmless frog.