King of the Hill

[neoexdeath]

Unfortunately, the one your minions captured was my clone, which self destructed by casting Antichthon, crushing your super mutants and Kirby into atoms. I then go out of my hiding place and impale you with a Frost Lance.

My G-zilla.

[>(FM)<]

While the sword is still impaled, your holding on, I grab you and force you into the blunt end.
I then detach myself from the sword, holding the wound with one hand and grabbing my Magnum .44 revolver in another and shoot you multiple times in the head.
My Microbots then patch me up and close the wound as if it was never there.
FM's G-Zilla

[neoexdeath]

I become ethereal, thus avoiding the bullets you shot at me. Then I hack your nanobots, changing their programming so they enlarge the wound until your body is split into pieces, killing you.

My G-zilla.

[Lauren99]

I stroll up the hill glare you in the eye you panic and run...

MY HILL

[neoexdeath]

But while you were strolling up the hill you detonated a LightBomb mine I planted, which banishes you to Hell (WHERE THERE IS NO PORN!).

Still My G-zilla.

[>(FM)<]

The Nanobots are unhackable as there is no physical way to hack them.

I then swiftly slice your throat with my Switchblade.
FM's Hill

[neoexdeath]

I jump back in order to avoid having my throat sliced open, then cast fireball on you again, and again, and again, AND AGAIN, until you are nothing but a pile of ashes that gets carried away by the wind.

Still My G-zilla.

[>(FM)<]

Good thing for the Institute Teleporters.
I teleport out of range, you should work on how quick you cast your spells.
I then call in an airstrike on the hill.
Leaving nothing, barely even a hill.

FM's Remaining G-zilla.

[neoexdeath]

I turn ethereal once again, avoiding the damage done by the airstrike. I then un-fuse G-zilla from the Hill and throw a homing bolt at you, that will follow you to the ends of the Universe, piercing any physical thing in the path until it kills you. I then make a pact with g-zilla to own the now ruined Hill together.

Our Ruined Hill.

[guineazilla]

I agree with the pack on the terms that I get to be the hill. My essence seeps into the hill and binds it back together, and is instantly made permanent. I then separate part of my spirit from the hill as a physical manifestation of myself.

Our hill.