But behold! Your blatant disregard of Ubernaut spells immediate doom and failure. Ubernaut enters "Humiliation Mode" and you have woefully been selected as prime target.

Autolob Combat Initiative is activated, hurling tens of thousands of Daywrecker missiles at you, your fans, and your Fae compatriots. Your days are wrecked, as you are all sent to a parallel universe where it's always Monday morning, your coffee is bitter, the last season of Game of Thrones is set to never air, repetitive dubstep is the only genre of music known, and every car is a lime green Ford Pinto. Your throne is blown up into pieces and said fragments are recycled into designer selfie sticks. You, your friends, and your assets have all been completely removed from the hill. Humiliation!

I reclaim the hill and set the theme to Hawaiian Paradise. This makes it much more enjoyable to bask in my glory.

MY HILL!!!