Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Most of us have probably played king of the hill as children. Some of us may have experienced the forum game version of it. This isn’t quite either. The point of the game is to write a story in which you push whoever is currently off the hill down. The twist to the regular rules is that in the hill challenge you must do so by writing a story with a higher word count than your opponent. Since we seem to have a number of good writers I thought you guys might find it fun.

Rules
1: You may use any OC in this game be it human, animal, mythical beast or any combination thereof (no BCB cast members, if you stick around you’ll have plenty of time for character development.)
2: You must post a word count at the bottom of your story; both word and the Mac equivalent have word counts, use that.
3: To claim the hill you must call “MY HILL” somewhere at the end of your story
4: Yes, God Modding is an unfortunate requirement in this game, but please at least try to play other’s characters properly. Besides, you get a higher word count if they put up a good fight
5: NO KILLING OTHER PLAYERS! If you have the creator’s permission then go ahead, but otherwise don’t do it
6: Nobody likes copy pasta, don’t make any
7: First come first served, no claiming the next post, and if someone’s a faster writer than you than that’s just a part of the game. Although to the fast writers it is nice to give the slow guys a chance at the beginning of the game, you’ll have your chance later
8: Writing style is up to you (e.g. first or third person)
9: If no one posts for ten (10) days you win that incarnation and we may start another is anyone is interested. What’s great about that is that you can play even when RP’s are on, or between them if you so choose

And with that I present the first post:

One day God was bored, there was nothing going on so he decided to make a contest. He created a hill, a hill that was indestructible. Before this hill there was a sign that said “He who can hold this mound for ten days shall gain a prize greater than any mortal has ever known. He shall also be know from that day forwards as the champion of God himself” I was nearby when god did this act so I decided to be the first to try my luck. I climbed the hill and claimed it as my own, shouting at the top of my lungs “If any dare challenge me for this hill then step forth, for at this moment this is MY HILL”

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I’ll tell you what.

Hank hill climbs up to the top and beats the shit out of god and says “THIS IS MY HILL DAMMIT,I SELL PROPANE” and then kicks him off.

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The Sponge grew weary. It was tired of its normal, boring, dull, everyday life of breathing in and out and filtering food the same way it breathes. This is boring, it thought. Why can’t something cool happen to me? Like that fish over there. It gets to swim around and see the world. I wish it would stop taunting me and die. At that exact moment, the fish impaled itself upon the sharpest piece of coral nearby. Oh my God… Did I do that!?

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*Sigh* I still own the hill since nobody has made a post longer than mine

I just beat the shit out of god so i owned your ass go suck a dick

I’m going to turn into an eldritch abomination and write a 90 page story involving graphic sodomy in horrifically gory detail.

If you can do that in ten days knock yourself out

Well if you’re going to be like that I don’t even know anymore.

Had to check it out for myself, but really? this is what my brother’s so pissed about? Kinda lame.

Ten days… In the real world, ten days is a blink of the eye. Not even two whole weeks. But on the internet? Ten days is an eternity. With so much information whizzing past at speeds comparable to that of the neurons firing in someones brain, and people from all corners of the globe creating, reading, editing and manipulating that information in real time, ten days is enough for wars to begin and end. For friendships to be built and destroyed. Ideas to be created, and ultimately forgotten.

Such a task of holding a hill for ten days on the information super highway is almost mind boggling in it’s scope. But it is not an impossible task. Clad in black, with a trilby hat adorning his head, the young man, writer, creator, saw the hill and new his task at hand. “I cannot sit idle and watch as such a meager word count holds domination over this holiest of hills!” His words echoed across the plains. “Rest ye thine legs as I rip from you this land, and thrust your pathetic self into the lowlands, for you are not worthy of your title.”

With vigor in his soul and might in his heart, he did stride across the landscape and scaled that hill. And upon it’s crown did face the man who claimed his hold on this grandiose mound. “Step down from thine placement! Lest ye be stricken by mine blade!” The man did pull sharpened steel and thrust it deftly at the man’s throat, his eyes narrow, his resolve iron clad.

The man refused, for this land was his own. He did claim it first, as god himself had created it before his very own eyes. “I shall not move from this spot! It is not for you to decide who might be called the king of this hill! And why do you insist on speaking like a washed up Thespian from a time so long since forgotten?!” He too drew steel and raised up his blade to block the intruders own.

“Then you sign your own death warrant good sir! For I cannot abide by your stagnant presence any longer! You insult mine words with your crude screechings, and you insult mine nose with your sheer being! Truly, yours is a light that need be expunged!” A thrust and a parry, a swing and a dodge. The men did fight with weapons true. Elegant and beautiful, their motions were not unlike a dance. Though to these two men, their dance was not of fun. Not of whimsy. But of pride and honour. Of bravery and conviction. Their weapons clanged loudly, an orchestral score of war and destruction to sing the land into it’s cradle.

“You fight like a dairy farmer!” The original hill owner taunted. His strikes breaking not skin nor cloth, but only air.

“And you like a bovine!” The newcomer retorted, his blade twirling past the man’s defenses and splitting his side. A wound not fatal, but was no paper cut either. “This is but a taste of mine skill! Begon cur! Lest I be forced to end your life!”

The man gripped at his side in pain, and though not defeated, he knew he was at a disadvantage were he to continue fighting. “Then take this stained land for now! May my blood taint it so that you never find joy upon it’s surface!” He leaped back from his assailant, and escaped into the distance, leaving the newcomer alone atop his prize.

“Run coward! Your blood only feeds the hill with new found strength!” The man took his sword and he did pierce the red earth, standing proud in his new position. Power and fame ahead of him, as he took this place for his own.

“Let it be known to all, that for today, and until eternity… That any who wish to claim this hill, can come forth, and be felled at mine own hands! For I am Maverik! And this is MY HILL!”

(681 words)

…this is the time i wish i installed word….

don’t most writing programs have some sort of word count? That said I think i’l work on a story for this too

i dunno, does notepad have wordcount?

Apparently it doesn’t. Use http://www.wordcounttool.com/

“Sir…the hill…its back!”, called a radar operator, from the forward observation post. The emporer leaned forward in his throne and whispered, “could it be…? so soon?” He squinted, then gave an order,

“all oberservers, can you conferm this reading?”
Silence flooded the bridge for what seemed like hours. then the crack of a radio split the silence, “yes sir, we have thirty-nine confermations, we are now triangulating its position.”
“good…good…” the emporer said leaning back in his throne, a mischevious smile appeared on his face. “and so it begins once more.” He whispered to himself, the crew, who knew better then to ask what he

had said, just sat and tried their best to comprehend what he had just said.
After some time, the observers had transferred the coordinates of the hill to the navigator. “Sir, i have the coordinates, and the hill has been taken over by a new player!”
The Emperor just sat, deep in though, “This will be more challenging then i though…better plan this one out…..” then he gave another order,”Take us there, maximum power!” “Sir, Yes Sir!” the ship called

back. All of a sudden, the once dead, silent ship, became a busteling hive of activity, soldiers dawning war armor, the tanks we’re being loaded and readied for deployment, the ships weapons were powering

up, the aircraft were armed, and fueled up in the hanger bay, and the drop pods were loaded with crew, and running diagnostics. This will certainly be an easy fight.

“Sir, We have arrived, at earth.” echoed a crewman’s voice.
“Earth? It has a civilization? this will defiantly be a challenge indeed.” said the voice of the emperor to the ship.
“Get my armor, I’m going in myself.” the emperor boomed to the ship. the crewmen had no choice but to retrieve his holy armor from the armory. This armor was built for a god, not mere mortals, even divine

wrath of a dozen gods couldn’t pierce it.

The ship slowly orbited over the hill, its residence, one man. wearing a mysterious armor. “no….it can’t be….” the thoughts of the emperor buzzed. “there’s no way he has the other armor! unless…”
“MEN, OPEN FIRE!” shrieked the emperor to the crew, who then worked double their normal speed, all weapons opened fire upon the tiny spit of sand and rock, that could arguably be called a ‘hill’ from the

ships perspective. The ship went silent. The only sound was your heartbeat in the back of your mind. Not a single thought was created, all the minds were blank, staring into the white blast zone of the shot.

The smoke started to clear, “oh no….hes still there….”

Far down below the figure, knocked over by the blast, stood up, dusted himself off, and glared at the sky. He shouted, “This Hill is mine! And if you want to take it,” he pulled his blood coated sword out of

the ground,”COME AND GET IT!”

The ship in orbit was still silent. not a word was uttered, until one of the radio men relayed what the the figure on the ground had said. A heavy cloud of quietness stilll loomed over the ship, then the

emperor, whispered, “move out, and begin deployment.” Everyone on the ship heard his order, and the silence was shattered once again. The pods were launched, the tanks were dropped, and the aircraft were

launched, and the holy guard escorted the emperor to his pod. “men if i fall in combat, remember my words, never give up, never surrender.” the door slid shut, and the pod was fired at super sonic speeds

toward the hill.

From the ground the figure saw a hell storm of pods, flames, tanks, jets, and missiles coming for him. He waited until the last nanosecond, he swung true, and cut the missiles in half, harmlessly bouncing

behind him. The pods, the thousands of pods, landed at the base of the hill, over ten thousand troops, wearing more armor then a panzerIV, and more heavily armed, charged up the hill. The figure, realizing

that he has been surrounded, had to think fast, he got an idea. Just when the soldiers were close enough to shoot him, he through the broken missiles at them, exploding on their bullets. The swarm continued

to charge, weapons ran out of ammo, and wear discarded, swords were drawn, and yet the charge continued. The figure, absorbing all the shots, just waited, hes could do no more, until he could hit them with

his sword. The charge reached him. He swung a single time, and all the troops were flung off the hill.

“You think you can beat me this easily? You are mistaken!” The figure called to no one in particular. The tanks did just the same as the troops, not win, until, the last drop pod hit. On the apex of the

hill, the very top, a golden pod stood. In a haze of of smoke, and fog, a massive figure emerged. He stood eight feet tall, and carried a five foot blade. He stared at his opponent. His opponent charged, hit the mans armor, and the pod behind him flew back. The man did not move. With one swipe, the emperor picked up the figure, and ripped his helmet off.

“Bah! you are but mortal! you do not deserve such armor as this! If you did, I would be dead now!” He used his sword, and diced his armor to pieces. “such a waste, now BEGONE!” and the emperor through the figure into a nearby mountain range.

“This hill is for my people now, THIS IS MY HILL!”

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YES I REALIZE THE SPELLING MISTAKES

*Cracks neck*

So I have to have a higher word count than the others eh?

Alright then, gimmie a few days, I’ll write you a fucking book!

Why doesn’t Notepad have a word count utility? ^_^

A new day dawned. Golden rays danced over the treetops, birds rose from their nests to sing and flowers eyed another chance of colouring the fields. Trees waved lazily in the soft morning breeze, and not a cloud was visible on the vast sky. The sun illuminated everything, everywhere.
Except one grey and craggy hill. Why Sol can not give light to those blackened soils, no one knows. And just as the Hill does not accept light, it is devoid of all life, be it humans, flora or fauna.
A haze lies thick on the higher regions, a murky white coat that does not obscure the dismal ridges as much as pronounce them. No wind blows, no sound is heard, no light is seen apart from the Truly, this place is left for dead by everything…

… Or is it? Look more closely at that peculiarly shaped stone. No, it cannot be a stone, because it is contracting and expanding. A heavy helmet and a big blade lie discarded next to him, a breastplate looms out of the darkness next to them.
Soon, an unheard noise stops, leaving behind an even more massive silence. Then, slowly, the stone unfurls; gravel falls to the ground as two legs unfold and a bushy head rises slowly. The man stands up to his full height of eight feet, towering over everything else on the rocky ridge.
The breastplate and helmet are picked up and put on. Then, looking wary, the giant picks up his blade and grips it in both hands. He looks to his left, then to the right, he turns to look behind him, before looking ahead again… something, somehow, is terribly wrong…

The warrior is apprehensive. Why does he feel this way? He senses that something is coming, but he does not know what it is or where it will come from, neither does he know when this something will arrive. Nothing else lives on this hill; there must be an intrusion. And none of his people had yet arrived to settle on the grounds.
But surely, no one in their right mind would assault this stronghold? It is by nature a Masada, an Alcatraz, an impenetrable fortress. Immense forces would be required to climb the cliff, let alone claim it. And he, naturally, could defend against invasions by vast armies, powerful soldiers, even gods…
He calms. Sticking his sword in the ground, the man lights a fire. He can wait it out and fight when needed.

Nothing disturbed the hilltop for many dark and doleful hours. But the man was restless and uneasy. He knew he was prepared against anything, yet he could not shake the distress that had been plaguing him for so long. He knew that he could withstand both men and gods, yet he could not help but feel that something much more powerful and sinister than him was on its way.
A foghorn is heard. Finally, the warrior can rest again - his adversary has arrived, and the fight will soon be over. He knows that he will be victorious; no man has ever been able to defeat him, and vengeful gods could not pierce his breastplate with either lightning, storms or fire.
He stands up, reaches for his sword, and starts waving it rapidly over his head. Wind blows over the battle-worn ridges for the first time in thousands of years; the heavy haze is swept away in an instant. But the light still does not fall on the dank hill, neither does any sound, nor does fresh wind.

The giant climbs a large rock, and bellows at the top of his lungs: “I am the EMPEROR! None can oppose me, none can defeat me!”
There is no reply. He surveys the scene below, scanning the fields and forests for any sign of his challenger. Deer hop around happily, fish and frogs jump in the ponds, rabbits scurry around between their rabbit holes and foxes scavenge for food, but no man can be seen.
The foghorn sounds again, and this time the Emperor’s eye catches a figure bouncing along near the water’s edge. It is dressed entirely in a green cape, and is covering the ground in great, hopping strides. The soldier stares at this strange sight for a few seconds, before breaking out in scornful laughter.

“This creature is supposed to take the Hill from me? I could defeat it with a flick of my little finger!” But the figure kept coming closer, now climbing the bottom of the cliff, now reaching the plateau on top… “Who are you? This is my hill!” bellowed the Emperor again. There was no response.
“Be you man or monster, god or demon, I will defeat you! No one has yet been able to best the Emperor!” The figure came still nearer. “Very well! I shall strike you down with all my might!” Suddenly, a musical voice speaks to him. “But Emperor, you are a holy man…”
“… surely you know better than to hit the weaker sex?” And the face of the newcomer is clearly illuminated for the first time, revealing her long hair and playful smile. Dumbfounded, the Emperor freezes entirely in his tracks. The girl approaches him and, patting his hand, she takes the sword out of his hands.
“Oh dear, this is far too vile to carry around,” she comments. All of a sudden, she swings around, bringing the blade’s side down hard on the breastplate of the Hill’s holder. The sword and armor shatter into a thousand pieces, but the Emperor is unhurt. “Now, Emperor, let’s get you down from here. It is too dangerous up here for you now.”

Guiding her defeated adversary down from the mound, she turns to the broken warrior and says in a playful voice: “Now, remember, you will always be welcome on Xochitl’s Hill - MY HILL.” Then, she returns victorious to the top, on which flowers of all colours are blooming and wind is blowing once again…

It’s a thousand words exactly.


Insert character? Me? ^_^

Oh, and I’m sorry for not starting a fight. I just wanted to try taking the hill… pacifistically (sic).

Bah, so long as you can write it and you follow the rules, you can do whatever.

Hee. I am forgiven for my wrongdoings. ^_^

1006 words……damn…..shouldn’t have sent my ship back for reinforcements, eh?

Wait, why does the word count tool yield contradictory results? It was exactly 1000 words only ten minutes ago. ^_^

i don’t want to start another story, becasue when i’m done someone else might post THEIR 1293 word story, and i’ll be out of luck. T-T

Hee. I’m nearly tempted to do that, but then I’d have to kick myself off the Hill. Such indignity cannot stand.

http://www.brotherhood2.com/mypants/viewtopic.php? id=6755&p=1

This is the third time I’ve made this thread, the link above leads to the second, if anyone is bored enough to read through it. I believe a 5000 word story won that one.
Anyways I’m working on my next story right now, we’ll see how long it ends up being.

You’re a nerdfighter? That is simply marvellous. ^_^

Five and a half thousand words is quite insane. So much plot and so little story…

now that i reread yours ILB, i love how you defined my character, from a space emperor with a future army at his disposal, to a humble king, or guardian, very much a delightful change! : D

have i posted here yet

ok, i have the story done, but it won’t let me post it its too long, im going to post in sections, k?

The Emperor was shocked. None had beaten him, there was no way! How could that little insect have defeated me! I am a god! No matter now…without my armor or sword, my power is but that of a Nat, I must retrieve reinforcements! The Emperor walked away from the hill, head hanging low, then about one hundred meters from it, he turned, looked at the bright playful creature, which now lay rule over the dank hill. The Emperor saluted his rival, and she playfully waved back, smiling. The emperor put his hand on his chest and said, “We’ll see about that…” then disappeared onto a low flying orbital craft. “My main fleet is still hours away….I don’t have that long, the original owner of this hill will come back before then…..” thought the Emperor. He looked down at the surface, scorched from his initial attack, not a single living thing lay on the hill, but his enemy. “That creature should not be taken, head on. It is a powerful thing indeed…I need help…..” the Emperor said to himself, without realizing it. He waited for minutes, hoping he would come up with something. He did, when the ship rounded the planet once more, he teleported to the earth. Not at the hill, but at the mountains near its location. The Emperor had put on the best manufactured armor he has, and walked up and down the mountain range, searching. Finally he had found what he was looking for, a man, in a crater, doubled over with pain.

“Have you come to finish me off…Or re you here to gloat?” the man asked.
“Neither, I was defeated, and i need you-”
“wait, wait, wait…..so you…the mighty ‘god’ was defeated? with your army of thousands? you are not as strong as you boast!”
“The reason you are not dead now is because you had immortal armor…where did you get it?” The Emperor asked impatiently.
“why would i help you-…” the man rolled over and saw the Emperor with the armor of his soldiers, staring, with a hint of kindness in his eye. “-…what happened?”
The emperor explained what had happened to the man, whom had owned the hill before the Emperor. Whom i will call Bob from now on. The explanation was thorough, and didn’t miss a detail.
“LOL you were beat by a girl!” Bob said after moments of silence.
“Are you going to tell m or not?” The Emperor asked with the most sincerity he could muster.
“Oh, i got them in hell.” Bob replied, seeming to not care about his pain anymore.
“Hell? I thought i conquered them already!” The Emperor said.
“Yeah, I kinda started a revolution there…sorry.” Bob said, with a sarcastic tone of voice.
The Emperor mumbled in aggravation, and stood up, and walked off. Bob called to him, asking for help, nearly begging, but the Emperor offered none. “Alright, got to go to hell…right” The Emperor grumbled to himself. Back on his orbiting base, he began making plans to go into hell and take an artifact. This wasn’t armor, nor was it a shield, but a weapon, of untold power. Literally, that’s all the gods said, they had no idea what the fuck it did, so they just said ‘Untold power’. technically its true, but still unhelpful. And now would be the perfect time to use it, considering, he also had invincible armor, and the sword of ten million gods, but a lot of good they did, eh? But i digress, The Emperor teleported into hells artifacts area, it was apart of the hell for greedy people, putting extremely valuable stuff just out of reach. The Emperor walked down the halls careful not to set off any alarms, or be seen by any guards. This was surely too easy, teleport in, take stuff, teleport out. He walked over to the display for the ‘object of untold power’ and picked it up and examined it. The devise was a cube, a black cube with a red button on it. The Emperor picked up the black cube, and walked past another pedestal. Resting on it was the ‘gauntlet of deception’. He took that as well. Once back on his ship he thought to himself, “Okay, when i take back hell, make them install better security”. The Emperor started to put on his gauntlet, his cape, and armed himself, for this will be a fight. Not a short one, but a long, hard one, if all goes wrong.

Back at the hill, the flower child had been trying to get things to grow on the hill, to no avail. Suddenly, the plant that she just planted, coincidentally is also dead, suddenly gets darker then the hill normally does, the darkness gets bigger, and soon engulfs he, and the whole top of the hill. The child looks up, and sees a massive pod coming down on top of her, she dives out of the way, saying, “Nice try! but you missed me!” Sh cheerfully walks to the colossal door of the pod and smiles. The door slowly opens, she stands and waits. The door is fully open, but it’s too dark to see inside. “Not a fair fight unless i can see you, eh, Emperor?” the girl announced into the darkness.
“Oh I’m sorry, let me fix that for you!” The Emperor’s voice came on from a radio.
Suddenly the lights within the pod light up, and the now illuminated room is filled with one object. a tank. This tank has two, one and a half foot barrels, is fifty feet long, and thirty feet wide. The only other way to describe this mobile castle of doom, is basically a tank of tanks. Both barrels were trained on the girl. “see you in hell!” the Emperor yelled into the speakers, and fired the tank. However, in the doorway, a little girl still stood, not as happy as before though. “That’s not really fair! One girl verses a tank? Here, let ME fix that!” the girl yelled as she picked up that tank, and swung it into the distance hulk style. “such a silly man.” she muttered, then went back outside, cheery, and smiling.
“Not so fast my dear. You still need to fight me.” the Emperor’s voice boomed from somewhere behind her. She stopped and turned. “Oh you! always with the tricks!” She smiled as she walked back into the pod. Almost care free. She looked inside, and sure enough, there in the middle of the pod was the Emperor. in regular clothes, and holding a nothing but a strange black cube, with a red button on it. “Now, you can either leave this hill WITHOUT injury, or the other option, if you choose, will force me to use this weapon of untold power on you.” The Emperor called to her, playfully.
“That thing? I know what that is, its undefined power, not untold!” She retorted.
“Yes, but technically-”
“technically nothing! its a cube, silly! made by the gods to scare mortals into thinking-”
“MY HILL!” the Emperor screamed and pushed the button.
Several seconds of silenced echoed in the large pod, nothing said.
“Just give me the cube before the complexity of a six sided shape confuses you too much, just-”
boom.
The hill exploded, flinging the little girl into the mesosphere. Luckily she landed in a glass of water, so she lived.
The hill lay barren for several moments, no life,no so sound. Then a fully armored Emperor teleported in from space onto the hill. “I knew this gauntlet would come in handy. Now, where was I…ah yes MY HILL MORTALS!” the Emperor’s voice bounded all over the landscape, which was destroyed for miles now.

should be 1299 words

*Sigh* I guess that means I restart, stupid school, gettin’ in the way of my wanting to write. Well them’s the breaks, I can’t complain since I wrote the rules

@ILB I’m not the only nerdfighter here? Yay!

No, no, dear, I’m not a nerdfighter. I just thought it was a great title. ^_^

Oh, and I like that story, Jaul. I thought it’d be something like that, only I was disappointed that nothing would grow. Still, it’s good.

I thought this was a fun game, so I am bringing it back. If nobody takes up the challenge, then I will just leave it be. ^_^

Here is the new starting story.


«Oh, a hill,» said the comically lanky figure. He walked up to it, looking thoroughly uninterested. «Guess I’ll climb it,» he commented, although there was no one else around. The hill was not tall, and if the man had stretched to his full height his nose would have been level with its top. But he ascended either way.
From a distance, his awkwardly bent posture, combined with his baggy pants and overlarge shoes, made him look exactly like a question mark. This impression was only strengthened when he opened his mouth again to speak:
«Guess this is MY HILL now?»

(100 words exactly)

Oh, and I completely forgot to congratulate Dritch on winning the first one. ^_^

Oh man, I forgot about nthis, I tried making it to pull myself out of a writing slump, since it’s worked in the past, didn’t work that time, I ust couldn’t come up with anything good.

He approached the hill, an impressive mound of dirt that stood like a mockery to ethics.
“Climbing this hill.” He said aloud, beginning the slow ascent up the sheer rock face. One limb was placed above the other in a methodical mantra; left hand, right hand… no, left hand, right foot, right hand… crap, no wait. He discarded it, replacing his mantra with, “Just get up the freaking hill.” Slowly, he worked his way up, each step easier than the last until finally he stood atop the hill itself.
“This is MY HIL-”
“Hi.” He quickly pushed the lanky figure off the hill, who proceed to casually roll down at a gentle pace. 
“Wait, there was a path up this hill? Oh, whatever; MY HILL!”

Word Count: 125 Words
It would be too easy if no one else tried!

So there’s this weird kid named Jon, you might have seen him walking around some time?
So, anyway, one day Jon decided that he wanted to go for a walk. He was walking along the path and he saw a bunch of guys fighting over a hill. He didn’t see what was so special about it. It’s just a big mound of dirt, right? So anyway, he thought they looked like they were having fun, so he decided to go up there and try to take the hill. He didn’t bring his chainsaw or a gun or anything like that with him, so he decided he was gonna have to try to capture it with his words. He climbed up the hill and saw some guy standing around. Jon didn’t see anyone else there, so he decided that this guy must be the king. He started to use his awesome persuasion skills.
“Hey, can I have this hill?”
“No.”
Well Jon didn’t really see any reason to argue or fight over a stupid hill. It’s not like he had anything to gain from taking it, so he decided to leave it. I mean, it’s just a mound of dirt and rocks, right?
“Whatever. Not like I’d have anything to put on ‘MY HILL’ anyway.”
For some reason, the man he was talking to disappeared.
“Ok… I guess that makes me king of this hill?”

242 words…

DritchJaul (Pyrotwister) won.
so this is a new one then?

Yes, we started a new round. ^_^

Oh, and I like how the hill gains height all the time. Soon it will be Olympus Mons, I expect.

Then you must all prepare for I am preparing already.
I shall swoop in al the last second and shove off the winner.
enjoy

I was wondering….Can the writings be about anything or does it have to be about a certain thing?

The rules are explained in the main post, but basically they can be shortened to:

1. Make (or reuse, if you have played already) a character to claim the hill;
2. Claim it in any way you want, but remember to say “MY HILL” towards the end;
3. Do not kill characters without express permission to do so;
4. Post a word count for your story. It must be longer than the previous one to be eligible.

It has to be about you claimimng the hill, but you can do it by any means
Oh well, beaten by ILB

Yes, but I have a tendency to write far too much so your post is more easily understandable. ^_^

Oh well, I think I will bring Xochitl back soon.