I am a necromancer! YOU CAN'T TRAP ME! Oh wait... I guess you can. Damn. But I still have my magic! You have angered the master of the damned! YOU SHALL KNOW FEAR! I conjure the forces of death and decay to rain over the universe. Dismay and doom are the only future this world shall ever know! You are incapable of stopping me, as your invincible trap is also an invincible fortress! As sorrow and pain overcomes the universe, a loyal following begins to form. In return for mercy from my unending rage they have agree'd to aid me in taking the ever important hill. One of my minions, disguised as a mail man, manages to procure your signatures. Afterward another of my minions, a lawyer of great reknown, writes up a contract. And finally a con man of amazing prowess, uses his masterful signature forging abilities to copy your signatures. I have several teams of servants acting as witnesses, forging videos, and bribing necessary officials. All courts recognize this contract, and while I may be physically imprisoned, legally, the hill is MINE! MWHAHAHAHAHA! .... I'll give it back if you get me out of here. Please? ... Its so lonely.