King of the Hill!

[Rival Max]

Having set up a decoy hill I confused Dash have the wrong hill.

Still mine

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

WHO DARES TO CLAIM MY HILL IN MY ABSNESE?!

I use the power of being a DTG GM to summon a variety of Godmodders upon you-two males and a female, one blue, one gold, and one red, in that order! Due to the power of ABSOLUTELY NOT BEING CANON, they're all working together, creating an unstoppable force of Godmodding DESTRUCTION! Their intensive Godmodding prowess prove to be far more than enough to tank everything you've thrown at them! While you're distracted with their intense Godmodding might, My unexpected return allows me to AMBUSH you right off the hill, where you are then accosted!

My hill now!

[Neo Emolga]

I sneak up behind Tazz and his Godmodder friends thanks to my invisibility spell and use Magical Presto Powder to turn the whole lot of them into colorful butterflies that have no recollection of who they were or what they were doing earlier. I wave them all a smiling farewell as they flutter away happily and I proudly plant my MT. NEO EMOLGA flag on the top of the hill.

*Has a picnic.*

[Trainer17]

*sends an army of marshmellows*

REMEMBER THEM? MUAHAHAHA

*has fun while Neo is kidnapped by the army of yellow munchkins*

[Neo Emolga]

MORE of these things?

*Volt Switches away, and lures them all into a campfire to be roasted. Then turns to Trainer17 and casts a magic spell on him that sends him to the middle of Neptune.*

MT. NEO EMOLGA is mine once again!

[Trainer17]

MORE of these things?

*Volt Switches away, and lures them all into a campfire to be roasted. Then turns to Trainer17 and casts a magic spell on him that sends him to the middle of Neptune.*

MT. NEO EMOLGA is mine once again!

Neo. Did you know I also go by another name?



*a huge tidal wave washes away the puny campfire and an endless army of fishes arrive to the roast party*

It is now called NEPTUNE'S DESCENT. GET IT?!

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[The Nonexistent Tazz]

I DON'T GET IT! Because I don't get it, Trainer 17 has clearly failed to sell, meaning I have completely tanked the attack without any problem whatsoever! I then proceed to summon none other than Problem Sleuth, who diplomatically bargain for possession of the hill on my behalf!

That is to say, he pulls out a tommygun and fills you with lead. That's some good negotiation skills there!

With you recovering from the onslaught of SLEUTH DIPLOMACY, I reclaim the hill. My hill! Not yours!

[Bulbasaur]

I steal Tazz's stick and begin to stick him in the head till he's unconscious.

My hill.

[Neo Emolga]

I arrive riding on a surfboard thanks to Trainer17's wave. I then fly over Bulbasuar, whack him in the head with a bass guitar, and then swing a 9-iron golf club at him, sending him flying all the way to Djibouti.

And I reclaim my famous MT. NEO EMOLGA!

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

A load of grammar nazis AMBUSH you from the woodwork! They appear to have been offended that you called a hill a mountain! They promtly summon a ton of stuff from Wolfenstein: The New Order, except in an alternate timeline where Wolfenstein was about LITERAL Grammar Nazis!

You prepare for a massive wave of stuff, only to realize that I meant LITERALLY a ton of stuff in the form of a singular entity: The London Monitor! It FIRES ITS LASERBEAM directly at your face with proper grammar and none of this 'FIYAH YOUR LAZOR' shenaniganery that the Grammar Nazis have stomped out. Because you weren't expecting a boss battle, you get fried immediately.

I promptly summon the equally-advanced ALLIED NATIONS OF FREE CREATIVE LITERATURE to obliterate the Grammar Nazis, who also obliterate you again, giving me time to reclaim the hill.

MINE! MY HILL! THIS IS THE HILL THAT IS PROPERTY OF THE NONEXISTENT TAZZ AND NO OTHERS.