King of the Hill

[General Rarity]

Jool turns into a star and magically vaporizes Vall. Greeting's submarine survives, and a large Engi ship captures it.

My GreeningSubmarine.

[Tery215]

I start brewing a cup of tea.

My tea.

[Xorth Tanovar]

I take your tea and use it to power an Infinite Improbabilty Drive.

My Restaurant at the End of the Universe!

[megatiger78]

my hype toa break in and steal your tea, then sell it to the lanius

[General Rarity]

My Kestrel destroys the Lanius ship, and finds the space-tea in the debris.

My Space-Tea.

[megatiger78]

my hypemarines and toa of hype exterminus your kestrel

my exterminused kestrel

[GreeningGalaxy]

I reset the universal constants to their defaults. Star-Jool suddenly drops below the mass limit to sustain fusion and undergoes a tiny, pitiful supernova as the last of the fusion reactions in its core poof its suddenly less-massive outer layers out into space. I collapse the system into a jar, strap it to a shelf in my ship along with my other jars of stellar and sub-stellar phenomena, and reify the normal Joolian system out of the quantum vacuum. I then jump out of my ship, reenter the atmosphere over Laythe, and splash down in its ocean not far from a small, sandy island.

My island.

[General Rarity]

The Atomic Lass lands in the middle of a Laythian island. She finds her way to an old saloon that is made out of crashed rocket parts... she then decides to enter it.

"Howdy, an' welcom' to the Junkyard! Wha' your name, missy!?" an orange winged horse asks.

*BOOM*

Before Greening has a chance to respond, a large pony in power armor bursts through a newly formed hole in the wall without her helmet on. Her name is Silver Storm, and she has a purple and pink mane...

"Anyone here by the name of GreeningGa- WAIT, that's her! Come here..."

Greening goes to the armored mare, and Silver Storm states that she is in grave danger...

My story about the Atomic Lass.

Edited September 27, 2014 by General Rarity
post-editing

[Tery215]

Suddenly, Ocean-Laythe pirates.

The pirates fire a cannonball into the pony with power armour. The power armour cannot actually block the immense momentum, and the pony is knocked into the water.

My booty.

[_Augustus_]

I fire a rocket straight into your ship, shoot the pony with a Manta Ray Strato's sepatron missiles, and send Special Agent Kirrim to recover my prize, the Atomic Lass.

[General Rarity]

The power armor shrugs off the pesky missile, and Silver tries to swim to shore.

But...

A large solar storm hits the Joolian system and shuts down all electronics...

Silver Storm's armor is deactivated, and she is frozen in place, until a orange pegasus arrives and disassembles her armor.

"Thanks, Flare. Now, wheres our Atom?" Silver asked.

"Looks like that Kerbal took 'er and ran off in a flyin' machine..." Flare responded.

"Kerbol has deactivated all electronics... and I've rarely seen a flying machine that can run without electricity. Where'd they go?" Silver asked while arming Subtlety.

The two ponies rush towards where one of them has pointed...

The plane was landed very carefully, and to the side were Kirrim and Greening.

"Greening!" the duo yells.

Kirrim noticed the ponies' heavy weapons, and rushed away from the scene. He knows that most of his equipment is offline due to the Kerbolar storm, and therefore cannot do anything about the ponies. Silver Storm lines up a shot at Kirrim, but is interrupted by Flare.

"Dammit Flare!"

Flare gives a chuckle, and Silver punches his chest, stopping his laugh.

The duo now becomes a trio, and Silver decides to continue on how Greening is endangered.

My GreeningGalaxy.

@below: why how could you do this to hired

Edited September 27, 2014 by General Rarity
post-editing

[mrrpamplemousse]

Throw a couple of Dash inhalers, MedX syringes, EMP emitters and bad memories.

I've read the fic.

My emotional-drug-junkies-filled hill/island/whatever.

[GreeningGalaxy]

I glance around at the ponies, the small kerbal running in circles around my feet, and the smoldering aircraft behind me which I had just been riding in. "I fail to see," I say, switching into the dialog-inclusive narrative format, "what danger I could possibly be in. Did you miss the part where I sat at the bottom of Vall's ocean in my bathing suit? Or just now, when I reentered headfirst into Laythe's atmosphere with no spacesuit or ship?"

I relax my hold on my humanoid form slightly, causing my pale gray 'skin' to fade into transparency, revealing a thin, luminous network of extragalactic superstructures. A shroud of black, down-scaled vacuum billows out from the hem of my dress, trailing behind me in Laythe's stiff wind. "Friendly reminder that my 90-billion light year-wide body is 400 million light years away from you at its closest point. I don't even have to interact with your universe or its matter if I don't want to."

I turn, returning my skin to opacity and wading into the high waves of Laythe's sea, trailing my loose veil of black space and bright stars in my wake. "I suggest you find someone else to be your damsel in distress for this little episode of yours," I say, and vanish beneath the surface. Around my point of disappearance, a large volume of saltwater suddenly loses all of its thermal energy, flashing instantly to ice and freezing solid a 100-meter circle of ocean as it absorbs heat from its surroundings. The air temperature drops by about ten Kelvin, and the already-strong wind picks up even more.

My cold rejection of an annoying trope.

[General Rarity]

I upload the trope.

My TVTropes fake trope.

[megatiger78]

I team up with everyone else against GreeningGalaxy and fire the exterminus beam, the annihillaser, danny kermam's girder planet buster, and the death star at layths before sending my toa and space marines to investigate. they find survivors. special agent kirrim gets promoted, GreeningGalaxy and the ponies get sucked into the now stable megaverse and sent to a base thing, and everyone watches them try to escape my universe on a big TV thing I made somehow

[GreeningGalaxy]

I could just let the various lasers and projectiles across my scalar field boundary, which would shrink them down to my universe's scale and cause them to take 400 million years to reach any part of me. However, that would be boring, and I have a Jool system to protect from destruction for the third time today. I stand up on the bottom of Laythe's ocean and turn my attention skywards through the miles of water and ice above me. All of the incident beams are caught in mid-space by angular distortion bubbles, which redirect each straight back to its source. The Death Star explodes, the sources of the annihilaser and exterminus beam are burned out, and the girder planet buster undergoes massive tidal stresses and breaks into very small, non-glitchy pieces with very low impact tolerances.

Through momentary modification of my external gravitational constant, I zoom upwards and burst through the ice, then stop and hover at 150 meters above the surface of the sea. Thin black tendrils extend outwards from the tips of my hair, seizing all the space marines, Toa, and megatiger78 and dragging them, downscaled, inside my universe-body, where they are dropped on a gigantic, habitable planet, filled with all the things Bionicles need to have a good time doing whatever it is they do when they're not bothering universes. I even modify the constants of the space surrounding them, giving them all their elemental powers back as long as they don't leave the planet. For good measure, I wrap the planet's solar system in a spatial redirection membrane, effectively extending the space around the system out to infinity and preventing anyone or anything from ever leaving or entering.

I move the microverse bubble out of my body and into the normal universe, depositing it at normal size about fifty thousand light years from the Kerbol system.

Your microverse.

I sink back down below the surface of Laythe's sea, regenerating my taxed zero-point vacuum.

Edited September 28, 2014 by GreeningGalaxy

[megatiger78]

having gained more research into the greening universe, I log it and start a project, before exploiting my instability of gravity and physics to change the laws that my universe uses to enable time travel and have my marines get it. my trophy room of conquest in a sub-universe now contains all enemies who attempt to get the hills. this enables me to place them in storage next to the 52 teletubbies from a previous conquest of my BIONICLES. speaking of which, I should probably get them back, which I do using instability again. this enables me to somehow acquire the means to split my universe in two, while it is still whole, and enable the two forms to switch places or allow them to both be in the megaverse if needed. one is me, the other is basically GreeningGalaxy, except she is referred to as GreeningMegaverse. this is a by-product of all the instability and items left over from recent processes being used. also 52 terror stars are parked in orbit, the room is constantly patrolled by space marines and my BIONICLES who I got back and now have big guns. really big ones around the size of the space marines ones. so anyway my inescapable prison filled with prisoners an extreminused kestrel BIONICLE masks and other trophies of war.

[GreeningGalaxy]

GreeningMegaverse's superstring frequency resonates exactly to mine, allowing me to transfer her from the convolutions of the inescapable prison microverse (leaving all of her Bionicle components behind) to the seafloor of Laythe along with me, bypassing all conventional, quantum-mechanical, or thaumatological methods of containment or defense employed in the microverse.

GreeningUniverse becomes GreeningUniverse-Alpha!

GreeningMegaverse becomes GreeningUniverse-Beta!

We are both identical twins, except for a small variation in mass distribution. Due to our identical quantum superstring frequencies, we share quantum foam wormholes and can exchange matter or teleport to each other at will.

My sister.

Edit: Now there are two of them! This is getting out of hand!

Edited September 28, 2014 by GreeningGalaxy

[megatiger78]

my space marines extermius both of you

my extreminused Atomic Lasses

[GreeningGalaxy]

Your space marines are trapped inside the inescapable redirection membrane surrounding your star system. You cannot 'exterminus' me or my sister since we're both outside of the bubble and have no intention of entering it.

GG-Beta and I ascend into orbit and board our spaceship, heading off to Eeloo under Alcubierre drive.

Our Eeloo.

[General Rarity]

Unknown to both GG's, Eeloo was terraformed and is home to some 'Russkins' of the USSRoE, and I rule.

My Socialist Eeloo.

[GreeningGalaxy]

Socialism is pretty okay with both me and my sister. We agree to share the means of production on Eeloo and defer to your judgement on matters of distribution.

The People's Eeloo!

[_Augustus_]

I pull Eeloo into the orbit of Kerbol's second gas giant Sima and use weird gravitational forces to move the socialists to Jool orbit.

[GreeningGalaxy]

Eeloo's closer proximity to the sun improves solar panel output! Which doesn't mean a whole lot since mostly we just use nuclear reactors out here. Being a moon of Jool, however, gives us access to the gas giant's antimatter-filled magnetosphere, and we improve our infrastructure by trading this valuable resource with Dres, Eve, and Duna. Kerbin has an antimatter embargo placed on it due to its careless population.

[Tery215]

I use 2G science.

My antimatter-stealing (capitalist) lasers.