Once upon a time, there stood a hill in the land of Warzone, a hill so beautiful that every man and woman in all the land desired to control it. Our story begins with a young prince named Orannis from a faraway kingdom. On a royal expedition on his magical horse, he spots the most beautiful hill he has ever seen. He summons his armed posse to guard the hill with all their might and sits himself at its peak, admiring every inch of it. He hollers a battle cry to anyone who dares take this glorious hill from under his control - "MY HILL!"

(RULES: Describe how you take the hill from the user above. Your chapter(s) in this story can be as simple or extravagant as possible, realistic or not, but the means you use to take the hill cannot be the same as anyone before you. The hill is indestructible and you have infinite lives - don't worry about damaging the hill or dying. And - your story must end with the words, "my hill". Enjoy :D )

Once upon a time, there stood a hill in the land of Warzone and Orannis controlled it. He battle cried to everyone who tries to take the hill, “MY HILL.” The Ocean was sick and tired of hearing him say it and nobody beating him. One particular day, it rained hard flooding the lands around the hill. The Ocean took this as an opportunity to capture the hill. A 1000 meter tsunami came and knocked Orannis off the hill. The hill was flooded with water and Ocean reign supreme over it- “MY HILL”

Edited 10/30/2020 15:38:43

Once upon a time, a heavy rain storm hit the land of Warzone. From the swamps surrounding the hill, a thick fog emerged. The visibility was reduced to inches.

A long time ago, a rouge prince had taking control of the hill. His guards killed everyone who dared to climb the hill. All the heroes tried to take him down, but failed. Once the heroes gave up, the prince crowned himself to King of Warzone land.

Years later, the forgotten heroes of Warzone land decided that now was the time to retake the hill from the evil king named Orannis. The weakest of the heroes, JK_3, was going to make an attempt. He climbed the hill, unseen by the King or his guards.
Once he reached the castle the King build for himself, he used dark magic he learned from an evil witch to teleport past the gate. Inside, he rushed to the King's bedroom, stabbing the King with a silver dagger, quickly ending his reign of terror.

As the sun started shining above Warzone land again, our hero shouted from the top of the castle: "This is now MY HILL!"

Once upon a time there was a hill under an ocean. The ocean was vicious to anyone who tried to take it. When the stories of this hill reached Georg Friedrich Ferdinand, Prinz von Preußen, he hired the top scientists of the world to find a material that can destroy water. Naturally, they found nothing but extreme heat, but in order to take the hill from the ocean, it must be isolated. The prince hired the top architects of the world and had them set to work a huge wall around half a mile around the hill. This wall was made of the finest and strongest graphene, chromium, and iron, costing about $2 billion. It could withstand meteor strikes producing billions of pounds of force and heat hundreds of thousands of degrees. The ocean did not seem to mind and didn't know what was being done. After several years of construction, the wall was completely finished, standing an entire mile high (1.6 km) and 50 ft (15.3 m) thick, all 100% pure metal. About 2 weeks later, the prince ordered a carrier carrying 10 warplanes each equipped with the strongest hydrogen bombs in the world to leave Hamburg naval yard. The ship got 10 miles from the hill, and all the planes went off. Only 48 minutes later, all 10 bombs were dropped inside the wall perimeter. The amount of force and heat created, caused all water inside the wall to evaporate, and it even burned the land within 1 mile (1.6 km) outside the wall of all water and moisture. When all the smoke and heat and other issues went away, the prince came to the hill, and smoke through a microphone the whole world could hear, and yelled, this here hill in this great land, is, and will always be, MY HILL.

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The young prince Orannis was not to be outdone by some crafty wise guy. He called upon the finest sorcerer in his royal guild to enchant with all his might, a single wooden arrow. Orannis nocked the simple looking projectile into his royal bow with great precaution, as even the slightest of movements could set off the power lurking within. From his palace terrace he drew back his bow, pictured his target in his mind, and fired. A shockwave resounded in all directions from the arrow's head. The enchanted arrow whistled cleanly through the air for an astounding 15 leagues. It crashed forcefully through the horrible, hideous wall, and straight into it's creator's heart. Death bells rang throughout the land at the news of the death of Georg Friedrich Ferdinand, Prinz von Preußen, but even the loudest of bells could not drown out the sound of Orannis's victorious bellow from atop the crest: "MY HILL!"

Edited 10/31/2020 02:03:05

(This assumes that Orannis got up there and hired guards to protect his spot.)

An unforseen commoner by the name of Player25253 (his real name is unknown) knew that another magician next to him knew how to ressurrect. The two paired up and came up with a plan: Use the corpses. The magician immediately started worrying, and the following conversation ensued:
M: "Will my mana be enough for this? It takes 75 MP for ressurrection + 25 for teleportation, and I have 6000 MP, only enough for 60 tries."
P: "Oh don't worry, we won't use all, I'll just use it as a meatshield. I trust you to be able to perfectly execute this."
M: "Got it. Do you need enchanting?"
P: "Yes, my weapon, which is essentially an endless supply of bombs on a stick. It kills everyone within 5 meters of the blast."
M: "Got it, now I can make it kill as far as 10."
P: "Thanks, now I can make it up."

Player makes it up the hill, and the guards spot him, who then somehow kill him. The magician uses both spells, and the commoner is back. 2 guards die before he is taken down again.
This repeats for 28 more times, with 30 tries for this commoner to make it and take the spot of Prince Orannis.
Orannis: "So you made it up here, took down all my guards, and now want my spot. Be warned, I won't go down easily."

Orannis fires at Player with his royal bow, and hits him in the head.
O: "Well that was easy... wait, what?!"
P: "Did you really think that was easy? I still have 29 more tries to kill you."
Orannis keeps firing at Player25253, which kills him again, but he comes back.
This repeats for 27 more times.
O: "Just stop it. This is your last chance."
P: "No. I want your spot."
Orannis fires once again, but Player uses his own corpses to block the arrows.
O: "JUST STOP!"
P: "Actually, yes I will, but it's your life that's stopping!"
Player uses his weapon at point-blank range, sending the young prince flying back to his castle.
P: "It is now, and must always be, MY HILL."

Edited 10/31/2020 11:38:24

A shapeshifter known by the name of Zina Walforo Qatinoa decided the hill shall be his, so he set off. Being a shapeshifter, he shifted into a gnat and flew over to the hill, unbeknownst to any magicians or guards. He then arrives to Player25253, and he then shapeshifts into a tiny germ, and enters the body of Player25253. After he is well inside the body, he shapeshifts into a whale, which shreds the body of Player into pieces. He then shapeshifts again into Player25253, with all Player's memories, talents, and personality, but still having the shapeshifter's own memories and thoughts. He then proclaims it to be his hill, and no one will ever know, especially after he disposed of the original Player25253. He quietly says, MY HILL.

The magician managed to survive however, and now has 6000 MP again. The soul is not dead. The magician
somehow knows about the death of his friend since he was tracking him.
It's been a week since the incident happens, and the soul calls for help.
M: "Player...?"
P: "Don't worry about me, I got this. Just give me a little help and restore my body. There is an Impostor trying to be me. And the usual 100 MP trick isn't going to do, for I have no body as of now."
M: "Ah, the reference. Will do the trick, but it will drain all my MP. You sure?"
P: "Yes. This may take a day, a week, or a month longer, but I got this. I am prepared for what may happen."
M: "...will do it. I'm sorry you got destroyed by that shapeshifter."
P: "It's fine. I will know when it is back, I can recognize my body."
3 weeks later...
M: "It's ready, and I have a buff for you."
P: "About time. Thank you, my friend."
The real Player is now back alive. He sets off on a journey to find the shapeshifter who is faking.
It takes him a day to get up the hill, and he is forced to fight the shapeshifter as soon as he gets to the top.
S: "...so. You're back. It was your pesky magician who did this."
P: "Yes. You forced me to fight, but it won't be easy for you to defeat me again."
S: tries the same trick on Player25253 "It's not working..."
P: "Exactly. I came back stronger. Now are you ready to fight?"
S: "Always has been. Now let's go."
The Shapeshifter becomes a clone of Player25253, and they fight.
S: "Just give up. I am your clone now. You can't possibly win."
Little did the Shapeshifter know, that the magician manages to use the last of his mana to enchant his weapon in the fight.
M: "Come on, you can do it."
P: "Thanks."
S: "...damn it, he still wouldn't stop!"
P: "He won't. But... YOU WILL NOW!"
Player uses his weapon again at point-blank range, this time killing the Shapeshifter in the process.
Player25253: "That was insane. Now it will once again be my hill."

Once there was a man named bib. bib wanted the hill. he liked rubbing his rump on it and desired it so much that he farted. now this wasn't your ordinary fart. it was one that wiped out all on the hill. bib got in the hill, dragged his rump on it, and declared "My Swamp"

(...Player25253 immediately resigns the hill, for it is too risky. He plants his successor, Liechtensteiner, on the throne.)

Liechtensteiner notices that he has fulfilled the prophecy, though in a way not expected of this land. He gave the prophecy a short while ago, saying, “It’s a plant!” As Player has planted Liechtensteiner on the throne to the hill, he saw that he had prophesied his own rise to power. Liechtensteiner stood and admired his new kingdom as the sun began to set for the night. The first night of the rule of Liechtensteiner. As he began to drift off in his bed that night his final thought was a simple, short, riveting, “My hill.”

Orannis scoffed obnoxiously at the thought of a phony, self-proclaimed prophet resting atop of his glorious hill. He sent a royal pigeon to spy on Liechtensteiner's doings, blessed with the gift of speech. Upon its return, the pigeon relayed to Orannis that Liechtensteiner spent his days locked in a concrete room, scribbling down prophecies as they came to him and flipping through his old prophecies. With this intel, Orannis devised a cunning plan.

He grabbed a scroll of parchment from his shelf, and on it scribbled down a devious prophecy of his own. "If Liechtensteiner remains on The Hill by November the 7th, 2020... he will be incinerated immediately by all the might of Satan himself". He chuckled evilly as the pigeon flew away with the scroll. The pigeon flew to the hill and perched itself on Liechtensteiner's windowsill. It waited patiently until the prophet fell asleep, then planted the fake prophecy atop his pile of real prophecies.

It wasn't far into the next morning as poor old Liechtensteiner was flipping through his prophecies, that he came across the one Orannis had cooked up. "November the 7th... incinerated... oh my, today is the 6th! I better get out of here!" Liechtensteiner fled the hill at once, leaving it vacant for Orannis to march his army in and seize control. "Oh how I have missed you," Orannis purred at the sight of the hill. "My beautiful hill, my magnificant hill... my hill."

(Not part, but from now on, I will be fighting for Liechtensteiner)

Edited 11/7/2020 06:33:33

I throw pizzas at everyone and now it's my hill.

JK_3 digs a hole under the hill, which he fills with a nuke. After detonating the nuke (which removed the hill), he build a new hill.

Standing on top of the hill, he shouted THIS IS NOW MY HILL

I yeet you into a spike pit, so I yeet you off my hill.

Then {N.W.} Hi got sniped by an helicopter pilot.
P: "I feel a bit giddy about this... I don't want the hill."
Player25253 now once again places Liechtensteiner on the hill, so that it could be, in his words, "My hill."

Orannis pays witch doctor to craft voodoo doll of Player25253

Orannis rips voodoo doll’s head off

Orannis claims back his hill

Orannis says “my hill”

Orannis never owned the hill because he killed the person who wasn’t on the hill. He was convicted of murder and thrown in the dungeon. Liechtensteiner still had the hill, and he gave the word saying, “my hill.”