I launch RPG rocket at 55MPH.

At.

Your.

Face.

The hill is mine.

I launch my face at 55MPH

At.

Your.

RPG.

The hill is mine.

I launch MAI hill at 55MPH

On Top.

Of The.

Old Hill.

The hill is mine and new!

I do nothing cuz no one has claimed my mansion my hill is still mine.

I claim your mansion on account that I am a ghost that haunts it. I scare you away and make the mansion, therefore the hill, mine.

I beat'cho ass down. Hill is mine.

I stuff you into a 88mm Howitzer and fire you at the rest of the squatters on my hill.
Then I set enough fire power to bankrupt several supereconomies.
The hill/fortress of doom is mine.

I reject your reality and substitute my own. There is no hill with a fortress of doom. There is only the hill and me.

While the lot of you are fighting over this hill, I go into the future where I can peacefully claim the hill as my own. Ten thousand years later, the hill is mine.

In Ten thousand and one years a newer, better hill forms. I claim that hill. The hill is mine.

I kill you.



Hill is mine.

I create a complicated and unnecessary plan to get the hill. After a box, shaken up soda, and a bowling ball, ParkerFarker is unconscious and I am now TOP BANANA!

I blow away Garbonzo_Bean with my explosive hand and then I take out a diet pepsi and a lawn chair and relax on the mountain. “Nobody can touch this mountain,or they get boomed.” *reloads explosive hand*

I build a dome around the hill and fill the inside with ether. After you are passed out, I put you into a box, put that box in another box, then put that box in another box, mail that box to myself and SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER!!!!

All your hillz r belong to me.

((Nice Empire's New Groove Ref Salsa))

I kindly ask Salsa to let me have the Hill. He is amazed at my politness and gives me the hill.

The Hill is now mine.

I looked like I was all torn up.

Misson…retrieve…hill…back!!!!


*Blows away TFGM with a powerful nuke*

TheFlyingGreenMonkey
((Nice Empire's New Groove Ref Salsa))

thanks

I develop a device that disables all weapons and use it on NH
the hill is mine!

suddenly above Salsa a sperm whale begins to fall and crushes him and the hill. Shortly after that there is a *plop* where I have magically fallen on top of the squishy, comfy new whale-hill. I name the whale Fred and claim it as mine. forever and ever.

I get the real youtube Fred and your head explodes so does the whale. I shoot Fred with an AK-47 in the head and build a new Hill with a new mansion. Teh hill iz mine!!!1!!!@!@!!!!@@!!!!11one!

little do you know, but i am infected with the zombi virus! I come back to life, and my whale Fred and youtube's Fred and Harry Potter's Fred and any other Fred back to life and attack you with my army of Freds.
you, being afraid of headless zombis, run from the hill. I then take youtube Fred's head and replace my own with his head. though it looks rather strange having a male's head on a female's body….
I disperse all the Fred's to go do whatever they were doing before they died and now THE HILL IS MINE!

2 years later I come back with all kinds of guns and an RPG. I shoot you with an M-16 then blow you to shit with my RPG. The hills mine again.

I run up the hill with a bullet-proof vest and a football helmet and tackle you off the hill.

I invite Niccea to come tour my newly built spaceport in Townston and “accidentally” lock here into a airtight cargo capsule and launch her into orbit.
The hill is now mine.

I walk up the hill with two mics. I throw one to Salsa and began to do a song and dance number. Like everyone Salsa can't resist a song and dance number and starts to join me. A Hollywood scout sees us and wants to make us stars Salsa accepts the offer and I decline. Salsa has gone to Hollywood leaveing the Hill empty.

The Hill is now mine.

I go back in time… All the way back to when single-celled primordial-soup-dwelling-organisms were the only living things on Earth. The hill is young. The hill is untouched. There is no one around to claim the hill. No one but me. I walk up to the hill. I look at it. At how undisturbed it is. I know what this hill holds in it's future; I know how many people will try to claim the hill. I know that if I claim the hill, the hill will be disturbed. I know that it will be disturbed for many ages to come. I know that if I post this message, the hill will be forever in turmoil. The hill will constantly be under attack and new management. It will die and be reborn. It will have aerial strikes, large scale battles, zombies, nuclear bombs. The list goes on. I step my foot on the rock of the hill. I slowly walk up it, pondering this decision. I reach the top of the hill. I look out across the young Earth. I look down at the hill. The hill is a hill. No more no less. I claim the hill, it is mine. I start this hill's history. For I will lose the hill and I know that. But I have claimed the hill, and I was the first person in time to do so.

ParkerFarker
I go back in time… All the way back to when single-celled primordial-soup-dwelling-organisms were the only living things on Earth. The hill is young. The hill is untouched. There is no one around to claim the hill. No one but me. I walk up to the hill. I look at it. At how undisturbed it is. I know what this hill holds in it's future; I know how many people will try to claim the hill. I know that if I claim the hill, the hill will be disturbed. I know that it will be disturbed for many ages to come. I know that if I post this message, the hill will be forever in turmoil. The hill will constantly be under attack and new management. It will die and be reborn. It will have aerial strikes, large scale battles, zombies, nuclear bombs. The list goes on. I step my foot on the rock of the hill. I slowly walk up it, pondering this decision. I reach the top of the hill. I look out across the young Earth. I look down at the hill. The hill is a hill. No more no less. I claim the hill, it is mine. I start this hill's history. For I will lose the hill and I know that. But I have claimed the hill, and I was the first person in time to do so.

duuuuuude, that's deep.

I go to the end of time. The world is now lifeless. Man's traces can be seen in the ghostly spires and cracked roads and streets of his mighty cities. The grandeur and majesty, however, is gone. Now there is only despair. The wind sings in a somber song as it passes through the girders and beams of towers that dwarfed their builders. Every gust sends a banshee wail through the streets. I have no interest in these things. I look at a battered hill. Bombs had pocked its face. Blood had stained its soil. Corpses had littered its slopes. I cared not for these things. That was all history. I was the last. I would be the final. The hill would be mine until God ripped the very universe apart. Darkness fell and the world cracked. I smiled, for a short while, the hill was mine. The Void opened and the world shattered. I stood my ground as reality faded into oblivion. “Come, O Devourer of worlds. Let us see who shall stand when even time has fallen.”

I stay in our time and laugh at the idiots who wasted money to travel through time to claim the hill. I sit down because with everyone lost in the time stream, I'm the only one left. I know they will come back or they have been there before, but I am here now. And that is all that matters.

My clones conquer all the hills in every instance of time.
I now control all hills.

I become an anti-clone agent. I kill all Salsa's clones and I restore time. Now the hill is what it once was, owned by nobody. I hug the hill and claim it as mine!

…

Oh yeah. The ‘Kaolyne’s Hill' signs all over the hill thing. I just did it.

I go around with a marker and cross out “Kaolyne's” on all the signs. Now they just read, “hill.” I claim squatter's rights on the unowned hill. “Get of my hill!”