Whose hill sorry?
*scarf-wraps everyone up and pulls back, sending all spinning into oblivion*
How is this clump even a hill anymore, it's been blown up so many times...seriously what's the reward? What possible rhyme or reason do we have to fight over this tortured clump of earth other than playing right into LukeWeedon's hands and acting as no more than mere puppets? Isn't it time we opened our eyes?
What do you say guys? Can't we all just...get along?
*looks at the assorted looks of hunger, violence and desire at the base of the hill*
Oh. Ok then. I guess not. I guess we're all friends outside of this thread anywa -- !
*prepares for onslaught*
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