King of the hill

[Steelfist]

@Duskling: And I control you.

@Rainen: Aha! But a King, even a King of Wit, must have a Wit (Or a jester) who is wittier than he. So he is not the wittiest, as his wit is wittier.

I am the Wit. And therefore, the King of Wit, and the Wit of the King of Wit are all me.

And my first royal witty decree/The Hill must belong to me!

My Hill!

[Duskling]

@Duskling: And I control you.

*Duckling

[ArtDrake]

@Duckling: And I control you.

Crap!

Well, I'll bet that you didn't know that Xedamus Echina controls you.

[Steelfist]

Ah, but you see, I control him controlling me controlling you controlling him controlling me. You see? It's simple, really.

That might be better represented as a diagram or flowchart, now I come to think of it.

[Duskling]

That might be better represented as a diagram or flowchart, now I come to think of it.

What's funny is that it'll go on forever since you all claim to be controlling each other.

[Zackirus]

And, while everyone is aruging, I simply walk up to the ultra-hill (remember I made it ) and use it's power to once again create a Uptopia. Then, like always, I sit down on my porch, crack open a model of 68' (Maple Syrup) and raise a class to the new future. Anyone want Pancakes?

[Duskling]

I shall partake in these pancakes!

[Ertxiem]

Great! Let's have some pancakes.

[Steelfist]

You know me, utterly heartless - for the greater good (mainly my own greater good). An 'Uptopia' would destroy the topic, so I shall take the harrowing burden of taking your 'Uptopia' down (Thus creating a 'Downtopia', possibly) upon myself.

For the greater good.

1. I first reforge my Black Steel Mace.
2. I crush the skull of Zackirus, and his co-conspirators (Everyone who agreed to pancakes).
3. I take the Ultra-Hill, and meld with it, giving me the power to control all Steel directly. It also extends my influence over the components of Steel, namely carbon and iron. It also allows me to control the Hill.
4. Profit?

My Ultra-Hill. And without the Ultra-Hill your 'Uptopia' collapses.

[bugfartboy]

Oh Steelfist. You didn't need to kill folks. You just needed to whip up some dysmegabeliure pancakes. You know? Pancakes that give the state of a thousand defective wars.

[ArtDrake]

I think that would be kilo, not mega.

[bugfartboy]

You're right. I meant a million defective wars. Not thousand. Thank you Ducky.

[ArtDrake]

And thank you for not taking my correction to be one founded in malice, but of genuine desire for things to be right in the world.

[Duskling]

Smashing my head because I had some pancakes? What is this game coming to?

[Steelfist]

No-o. I smashed your head to serve as a warning to all who would threaten the continued existence of this thread by agreeing to peace. Besides,