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Unfortunately, the giant explosion destroyed the hill, and you on it. I escaped, however.

My smoking crater.

I point out: What's the good in having a smoking crater? You leave.

My remains of hill

I recreate a new hill by bombing dirt into the crater, while also burying you into it.

My Hill!

I Fire darkness to eat you.

MY HILL

I control said darkness, and use it to disable you.

My hill, guarded by sentient darkness

I open my pat and pending dark jar which absorbs your darkness and you within moments leaving the hill mine.

My hill.

Ok, time to reverse tactics. I create sentient light, which then runs you off, and just to be safe, I create more sentient darkness.

My hill with both sentient light and darkness guarding it.

MORE POWERFULL AILCORN THAN ALL OTHER BEINGS PUNCH!

MY HILL

Little did you know, I used reflectga, just before it hit me. (By the way, check your profile)

My hill

I use thundaga to scare all your minions away, I then proceed to round-house kick you in the head so hard you become decapitated.

My hill

Right before your roundhouse kick connects, I use Guard. Also, my minions are the yellow what-ever-you-call-them things from KH1.

(The yellow operas?)

I use your guard as a platform for me to swing around you and deliver an elbow to the back of your neck, snapping your spine.

(Yes, thank you. I know they all have musical names, like the black ballade, and couldn't remember the name of the yellow ones.)

You suddenly wake up from your dream, and realize you can't actually do flowmotion. (KH 3D reference.)

(Clever reference right there.)

I then walk outside and down into the harbor town I grew up in, walking through is steep and winding streets until I exit the town. I then travel three days into the interior of my country, facing bitter winds that could peal the skin from your bones and heat that could boil your organs before the day was out. Only by surviving these and other challenges do I make it to the silent peak. I climb the peak for nine days, stopping to allow my body to get used to the lessening oxygen levels. After my arduous journey I then drop my pack and stare down into the countryside around me. You can see for leagues and leagues in every direction, from the mountain kingdom of Nevis to the ocean paradise of Kulote. I sigh to myself, and sit down, my feet dangling over the edge of a sheer drop so large the clouds conceal the stone below. I look at the flag connected to my pack, the one I had planned to plant here at this point and claim it for my own but I merely let it drop and fall and fall and fall until it is a dot on my vision and then disappears completely. I then just sit there wondering how one person could possibly think that they could claim this place as there own. No, nobody should own this place of glorious beauty, it should be a place of rest and peace, nothing more. I then begin construction of a temple for all those who venture this far into the world and how their views of everything will become drastically changed when faced with the magnificent view.

(The fact that I was listening to this while reading that made it even more awesome.)
The shear beauty of the hill causes me to give it to you.

Your hill