Still, at the top of the mountain of muscle and meat, a bold few scaled to the clouds above. They discarded all else to get here; now, at the peak of salvation, they beamed to the light for acknowledgement. The observer smirked, amused by the sacrilege, the audacity. They reached out, a single extended index finger to the dirt.

[Lower priority. A step above nothing. Caps at 200. Unranked.]