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Did you even READ my post? 8 posts of invincibility left. MY HILL!
All I have to say to you sir. It's fucking sorcery. There's your answer.Sorted? I hope so.
I come back from a leisurely break and find my hill has be taken again. Waiting in the shadows of my cave lair, I produce the most evilness of plans imaginable; written on a paper given to me by the masters of the undead. These plans are so evil even hearing them would make your ears bleed, bleed days on end until all the goodness of you seeped out leaving the must of pure evilness. With my deeds set in stone I make my way to this hill that so many try to conquer. After a trek through dessert like terrain and swamping through marshy forests I arrive at the place I have so longed to own again. My desires are present in my eyes, therefore I whip out the staff of peril to cast a storm. This storm is strong, very strong. So strong it destroys the settlement you had built on the hill, leaving just the clothes on your back. With you now defenceless. As I walk up this hill, strangely without me casting any spell, the plants all die the second I walk past them. This produces an air about me, with my cape flapping in the wind and leaving a path of death. Making my way up this hill you start to fell weak in the knees, your lip starts to tremble, your body starts to shiver uncontrollably. You know this is the end for you, as I walk past the graveyard of broken souls who have fallen in their attempt to rise above us all. I stand above you, like an eagle about to eat its pray, using my staff i rise your chin so you can see into my eyes. As you peer into my eyeballs you see death itself. You feel like time has stopped and you no longer need to exist, and at the very moment you take your life ending it on top of this rain swept, hurricane hit, bog area of the hill. Little did you know that once my staff touched your chin it let a secret into your head, a secret which grew and grew until the moment you looked into my eyes. Once looking into my eyes you realised that the secret was right and there was only one way to stop it from happening right then and forever afterwards. You did what you thought was right. Suicide. What was the secret you, the reader, might be wondering-well its one word and that one word decribes not only this situation but the whole of this topic. GREEDmy hill