Bullshit Your Way To Victory: The Revival

i put a collar on the city with my phone number on it. i name it susan

 

I rewrite the name as mine, throw it away, and make a new collar and give it to the citizens, making them love me. They then give me the city and exile you.
I own the city

 

I'm a prince with an army. This is why I now own the city.

 

I'm a queen with an army. That is why I now own the city.

 

im nick crompton

I named the city england

England is my city

I own the city

 

Hey, is that a meteor? Oh, it somehow only destroyed the building you were in. What are the odds?

I take the town through plot holes now that it lacks a leader.

 

It's too bad I had plot armor. The meteor rebounds off of me and hits you.

Still mine.

 

I steal your plot armor

Mine now

 

There's a plot hole in your Achille's heel, though. I shoot an arrow there, and you die instantly.

Mine.

 

I throw a box over you.
Mine.

 

I don't do anything and watch the chaos unfold while eating buttered popcorn
I win by the fact that I get to enjoy all of this carnage from the sidelines

 

I take your popcorn.
The city and the popcorn are mine.

 

I find a genie and wish that the city is mine. He bestows the exact city we are fighting over unto me, granting me complete control over it.

 

However I am in control of granting wishes and I deny this one. I now own the city.

 

However, I murder you and take your place. I control the wishes, so I wish for the city to be mine.
Mine.

 

I play Jake Paul over the loudspeakers and make everyone suffer til they rebel and elect me as communist dodtator.

I own the city, as well as the Soviet Union.

 

Soviet Union dismantles, leaving sevral weaker regions.
I take over the weaker region that the city is in and sell it to the next replier for a bunch of money.
My city for now.

 

I send in Karl Marx to turn the society communist. You fail to manage the new economy, get voted out of power, and replaced by Marx, who is being mind-controlled by me so, by extension, I own the city.

 

I grab another bag of popcorn out of my own personal popcorn wormhole, and give out more popcorn to people, then sit back and watch the carnage.
The city may be yours but the happiness is mine

 

I'd hate to break it to you but Karl was s complete failure of a man. He didn't work a day in his life. He didn't stand up to his own idea. He was lousy husband and "employer". He was romaticisist; not in the love kind. all of his children died becouse of him being a lazy ass. And lastly his wife said to him she would rather be dead then live with him.
So I think you just dreamed that.
I'm however am still waiting to sell my city.