We're all dead. No point in trying. And onewithchaos, I had 999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999 gogles of hydrogen bombs on Mars. The explosion set all those off. In fact, every rock or star or planet or gas on earth is actually one of my bomb compounds in disguise.
i do know. that isnt too crazy mr crazy. And since you didnt tell me, my head didnt blow up Since it doesnt affect me, ill let you kids play with your hill till supper time
So in theory, onewithchaos' head just exploded. Unfortunately, we're all dead and there's nothing left of existence.
Your imagination took over your body, and then you accidentally had a bad dream where you died, so it really happened. Then I took back hardcoregamer's hill on the moon.
I have the hill now. Is there any to win? How about this. I kill you all and I'm the only human on earth no else consurvive but me. NONE OF YOU can come back to life.