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The Hill of ultimate God Modding


Cherz

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God looks through the previous posts and un-Ret-gons me, I then Ret-Gon you, and Ret-gon logic ignores your actions as you cease to exist. Your actions never occured. I then convince my friend to not friend you should you ever get un-Ret-Gonned thus any attempt to friend them becomes moot. Oh and I re-clone myself and claim the un-claimed hill.

 

My hill.

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Because you were ret-gonned, you were never to be seen when I did ret-gon you. Therefore this never happened.

 

My hill.

 

I leave the hill unprotected to whoever wants it, and make a Pseudo-British Soul for British Soul to use whilst his true form was ret-gonned as a sign of sportsmanship, making him exactly like the previous one all by a miraculous chance

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Hmmm, well, I don't want to kill you, since Spikey and all...sooo

 

I create the perfect tornado, and fill it with cherry blossom petals. They are not normal though. They are steel. Right after your punishment, I catch you with psychic so you don't hot the floor. I then break all your bones, but you live.

 

My hill.

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The earth trembles, the wind howls and kicks up dirt and dust, screening your view, lightning strikes you down and as you fall down I appear in front of you with a murderous look on my face, my outline barely visible with the flying debris. I raise my infinitely sharp and dense sword and slice you, as well as the hill, clean in half. Then, I proceed at the speed of light to slice and dice you into a million tiny pieces and scatter your pieces in the wind. With that, I sit down calmly on my hill, waiting for my next victim and, quietly, I said to your departing spirit:

 

"You dared take my hill?"

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I decided that I rather liked the bigger hill, which then I came back and:

 

The earth trembles, the wind howls and kicks up dirt and dust, screening your view, lightning strikes you down and as you fall down I appear in front of you with a murderous look on my face, my outline barely visible with the flying debris. I raise my infinitely sharp and dense sword and slice you, as well as the hill, clean in half. Then, I proceed at the speed of light to slice and dice you into a million tiny pieces and scatter your pieces in the wind. With that, I sit down calmly on my hill, waiting for my next victim and, quietly, I said to your departing spirit:

 

"You dared take my hill?"

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*Sigh* I have subjected you to mind control. I am the puppet master. You guys have been fighting over something as meaningless as a hill, turning on each other, muahahahaha!

 

There are plenty of hills, so I leave you poor idiots to fight among yourselves as I walk over to another random hill, and claim it as my own. Even if you kill me, you can only prove my point.

 

My hill.

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