King of the Hill

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I remove dimensional doors from the server. The hill is now gone.

I tip a cow and plant a flag on it. My hill.
 
I see the unfolding skirmish before me, decide that there are far better things to do than get involved, and go back to my corner of the NTT Team pocket dimension so I can continue writing my Mass Effect fanfiction.
 
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I plant a flag on the wither, and proceed to put a cow on a balloon. The wither's destructive nature makes it go higher and higher to try and reach the cow so that it can kill it, but the cow rises quicker.

After a few minutes of waiting for the cow to get to a high enough altitude, the "hill" is mine.
 
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I get a herd of cows, and inject them all with rabies. I shoot you with my grappling hook and grapple you to every single cow, making sure that you can't lift off without taking the cows up with you. You trip, and I steal your jetpack, leaving you to the cows. I jetpack up to a near-passing blimp, and get on top of it, planting a flag in the process.

My hill.
 
I take the cows down with a lethal injection of salt, packed inside of a needle launched from my wrist-bow. I make a hill out of their dead corpses.

My hill.
 
Instead of climbing the hill, I perform a magical ritual that makes you fall down to the bottom. I quickly blink up the hill, and claim it as mine (After tipping a cow onto the peak so that it may be "properly" claimed in the name of myself)

My hill.
 
I fundamentally change the nature of magic, so none of your spells have any effect. I then throw a chicken off of the peak.

My hill.
 
I jump from the ground, to the chicken, to the peak, and kick you off the hill. I manage to create a landfill around the hill, and order for a McDonalds to be built there, to make sure that chickens go extinct and so that they may not be used as weapons. I put in an exception for cows, though, as they're my only offense. I tip a cow on the roof, right next to the main entrance, and plant a flag on it.

My hill.
 
I replace the fat people with cows, and give them all rabies. While the McDonalds underneath may be overrun with rabid cows, I remain safely on top of the hill, after kicking you off of course into the frenzy of rabid cows below.

My hill.