I made this damn mess. I can unmake it. I hit the transdimensional reset button, negating previous powers and reviving everyone. I then sit upon the Hill in a lawn chair, waiting.
I blare cringey vocaloid music out of a giant speaker and kill your ears (I wore earplugs so im unaffected), and sneak up on you, now deaf, to murder you all
Our lord and savior the Flying Spaghetti Monster arrives and sends all of us into an alternate timeline in which the King of the Hill threads never existed. I create a King of the Hill thread and claim the Hill by right of threadception. I then fortify the Hill with concrete walls and in true Rust fashion, litter the Hill's surroundings with trap bases. I then sit in my new home and wait for someone to knock. Also ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).
They warned us. But we didn't listen.. or did we? I sit in my newly constructed bunker inside the Hill.
I claim the hill in the name of our ogrelord shrek, who then comes onto the hill and destroys you all
I then use an army comprised of Zealots, Stalkers, and Dark Templar to unbeliever you end Shrek's life and that of anyone related to him.
I spam banelings and wipe your sorry ass out. I then put cringy google and YouTube ads to keep the peasants away. I prepare the inevitable alliance treaty... just in case.
Combined with Blink, Shadow Strike, and a shitload of micro your banelings are killed. I warp in a fully functional Protoss base fit with Photon Cannons and too many pylons.