Can't see an ongoing game of this sort anywhere on Subeta, and I've had a lot of fun with it on other forums.

Here's the basics: there's a hill, whoever stands on the top is the current king (or queen, or whatever title you like best). You describe the way in which you take over the hill from the previous person, and end the post by proclaiming yourself king (etc.) of the hill. Feel free to get very clever. Brute force and gory descriptions, creative superpowers, catching people on specific wording, pretty much anything goes.

Specific rules: try and limit yourself to about one reasonable-sized paragraph. Don't insult people (unless it's pythonesque insults that shouldn't be taken seriously), even if they've just crushed your defenses with a few well placed words. And don't give yourself total invincibility (increased resilience or immunity to a particular method of killing are allowed, though).

I'll go first: I'm walking along and I see a hill. I stroll up the hill, whistling strange, unearthly tunes. As I reach the top, I howl and proclaim "I AM QUEEN OF THE HILL!"

- The wolves notice your howling. They gather at your feet and realize you're not one of them. Angry, they start attacking you! You run off the hill, wolves chasing you, and relinquish your title as Queen of the Hill. I happen to spectate this ordeal from afar. Intrigued and power hungry, I decide to go to the top of the hill and claim the title of Queen of the Hill.

I run as fast as I can, but this side of the hill is wolf territory, and I stand no chance against a pack. One of them catches up, leaps at me and bites my shoulder. Immediately, the other wolves fall back. I expect the wolf to tear me to pieces, but it has already walked off. I feel a strange sensation spreading from the bite...fur begins to grow all over me, my face elongates, and I feel the urge to run on all fours and tear something to pieces...the new limb proportions and teeth and claws suddenly seem just right for the job. As night falls and the howls you heard earlier fade into the distance, relaxes on her high perch. But something isn't quite right...she turns just in time to notice the pair of glowing eyes and dodge the snapping teeth. She scrambles hurriedly of the hill, as another howl is heard behind her - a wordless cry whose meaning is clear - the hill belongs to now.

- Your writing is so good. I decide to relinquish the hill because I can't come up with anything creative.