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The smug little bugger is starting to look very comfortable up there, where he's sat for two weeks now, just grinning like a fool.

Peering over the side of his beloved mountain, Jeremiah looked with disdain at the mad crush of his enemies below him. Settling back in his self-made throne (which was little more than twigs and branches piled on top of his rucksack), he took a long, refreshing draught of his yak juice.
"Heh heh heh. Look at all those hacks down there. Well, as long as I'm up here on my precious mountain, they can't touch me.
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Sure is hard to breathe, though. Should have ... probably brought some ... oxygen with me ..."

Jeremiah blacked out and leaned preacriously over the pinnacle of his beloved bragging mountain. His body fell end over end for some 20 000 feet. It came to rest, broken and bleeding, on a small ledge that jutted out from the snow-covered mountainside.

Two days later, mrwupy decided on a rapid, forced ascent of the mountain, to claim its glory for himself.
"For that scurrilous cur shan't expect so rapid an ascent, blinded as he is by his own vainglory and enormously bulbous head. Methinks I shalt boot him from his vantage point and then behold! mrwupy shalt be king and shall spend his days in passing leisure, getting his toes licked by beautiful women".
Partway up the mountain, mrwupy encountered the body of his fallen, frozen foe on the small ledge. Although initially saddened by the knowledge that his Colorado steel-capped Jeremiah-kicking-down-the-mountain-while-I-laugh-all-the-while boots that he had specially made were now a beautifully crafted but pointless $250 investment, he soon saw a way to turn this to his opportunity, for far below he heard, carried on a bitter alpine wind, the sounds of plans being made against his design.

At that point down the mountain, Voidmaster had decided on a rapid, forced ascent of the mountain, to claim its glory for himself.
"For that scurrilous cur shan't expect so rapid an ascent, blinded as he is by his own ... "
The frozen body of Jeremiah, kicked unceremoniously off the mountain by mrwupy, struck Voidmaster head on. Rolling as it had down the mountain with great speed, Jeremiah's body had collected unto itself great drifts of snow, such that when Voidmaster looked up on a sudden, the last thing he beheld was a great ball of snow and ice with a limp, blue hand poking out from the side, still clutching a broken crown formed of yak bones and held together by the stringy ropes of weeds that grew on the side of the mountain.