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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Sept 30, 2020 9:45:01 GMT -6
The name of the game is: take the hill from the person before you by any means necessary. (Just don't let Golem or Midnight know this is here or we'll run amok again) I plant a flag at the top of the hill and claim it as my own. Your move  |
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dawndragon
Smoke
Does spite count as motivation?
Posts: 41 
Custom Title: Head in the clouds
MEDIUM: 100
EASY: 300
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Post by dawndragon on Oct 3, 2020 16:17:37 GMT -6
Oh my gosh I remember this! I fly over to the hill and with a flick of my tail send you tumbling down the side. My hill.  |
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Brilyana
Smoke
Lost in Translation
Posts: 24
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Post by Brilyana on Oct 5, 2020 23:40:58 GMT -6
I weave a spider's silk scarf infused with a sleeping spell and gift it to the dawn dragon. The mighty dragon smiles, snuggles into the soft fabric, and falls asleep, wrapped around the base of the hill as I set up my throne. My hill...with a dragon view.  |
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Post by bilance on Oct 6, 2020 9:05:54 GMT -6
My demon army slay your dragon and the hill is now my new evil fortress in preparation to conquer the world.
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Brilyana
Smoke
Lost in Translation
Posts: 24
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Post by Brilyana on Oct 8, 2020 17:07:35 GMT -6
I hid among your army when they came in, which is why you didn't kill or chase me off. A little manipulation and suddenly it's MY new evil fortress...but I don't want to conquer the world. Demons are fun to party with, though!
My hill.
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Post by longhand.hearted on Oct 10, 2020 13:31:14 GMT -6
Let's party! I spike all your demon's libation with an exorcism draft before it enters camp. After just sauntering in, it's a great view over MY new fortress.
All the live music I could want on my hill.
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Brilyana
Smoke
Lost in Translation
Posts: 24
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Post by Brilyana on Oct 11, 2020 18:19:34 GMT -6
*Everyone always ignores the spider...* Until it's too late. I guess I don't have to worry about feeding all those demons anymore. I hit you up for conversation, pretending to be a band member, spike your own drink with some sleeping pills, then tie you up and leave you lying at the base of the hill until you wake up. Careful who you leave alive.  My hill again. |
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Post by bilance on Oct 19, 2020 9:49:45 GMT -6
"Want something done right gotta do it yourself."
As you look down at the drugged body from the balcony of the fortress, you heard a creak from behind and spun just in time to feel a glove connecting with your chin, launching so high up you twinkled into the sea of stars.
My hill
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Post by Soliton on Oct 22, 2020 19:44:48 GMT -6
I wait at the bottom of the hill and call up, "UPS." "Bring it up," you say. "Sorry, UPS did not give me a cell phone. You have to come down and sign for it," I say. You come down as I run around the back of the hill. You find a note. It says "You must sign for this item, the package has been dropped off at the local UPS store down town." You search for your car keys and where your car is parked. You drive downtown. I walk to the top of the hill. Downtown you open the package and a note reads, "My Hill."
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farida
Counselor 
Book-ed
Posts: 99
Preferred Pronouns: She/her
HARD: 100
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Post by farida on Oct 26, 2020 4:25:09 GMT -6
I interview 14 UPS delivery drivers. None of them have been to this hill. There's obviously something fishy going on here. I find a confused Bilance wandering around downtown. She hands me a suspicious note...
Once night falls, I sneak up the hill. My flashlight illuminates a barren plateau. There sits Soliton, the Hillside wrangler.
"Entering a premise under false pretenses is a criminal offence," I say and hold up my badge. "Now get off my Hill."
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Post by StarGirl06 on Oct 26, 2020 5:02:34 GMT -6
I stared up at the very familiar hill with all the crazy things happening. I didn't understand why everyone was so fascinated over my hill. I stood up, grabbed my magic wand and zapped everyone away. "My hill," I spoke as I sat down, crossed my legs and gazed into the distance.
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Brilyana
Smoke
Lost in Translation
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Post by Brilyana on Oct 28, 2020 20:59:22 GMT -6
*balled up as she reenters the atmosphere, dragging stardust and flames behind her*
This is gonna hurt... *rams into the top of the hill with enough force to demolish the fortress, the dragon at the base, and about half the crown...and blasting away anyone still around*
*picks myself up, trying to brush off the singed edges* My (slightly shorter) hill.
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Post by bilance on Oct 29, 2020 8:47:05 GMT -6
"Where is that dam package." I muttered as I left the last parcel service post in town. I scratched my head in irritation. Was the letter a lie? If so I wanted to know the person who did it right now. Just then something bright and fast crashed straight into my fortress. My jaw dropped. Please don't let this be true. Hopping into my car, I sped back to the hill to find find my fortress in ruins and on fire. In the middle of it all, stood that person. My blood boiled with rage as I held my hand up to night. A black portal appeared, sucking in the fortress and anything in the vicinity. After sucking in the last fallen rubble, the portal imploded in a flash or darkness. On the hill now stands a large mansion with a flag popping out on the roof with what appears to be a person tied to the pole flapping in strong wind that doesn't seem to come from the enviroment.
My hill.
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Dec 24, 2020 22:47:44 GMT -6
I march up the hill and wrench the pole out of the ground, then begin using it to methodically smash the mansion into a large pile of rubble.
My Hill.
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Post by doubletree on Jun 28, 2022 11:49:58 GMT -6
A modest figure steadily glides to the bottom of the hill and he looks up peacefully. His presence is loud but there's no sound. He see's layers of trauma, scars of conflict littered across the hill. A mischievous grin appears, his kind eyes lock onto the eyes of the insurgent who smashed the mansion into rubble. The familiar stranger feels right through the rebel, and the hill abruptly becomes nonsense to the violent inhabitant. The soft figure effortlessly ascends, the rebel can't take his eyes off him, like a Golden Retriever gazing lovingly at her mundane keeper. Fear and concern abandoned...overwhelming affirmation and emotion drown the occupant. No words exchanged, the once wretch lays down the pole and follows the sapient off the hill. Only one shadow slips across the burnt terra as they descend the battle torn landscape.
Our Hill
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