Stacks of Achievements

Though there were stacks of it, each one more horrifyingly bigger than the other. All wiggling about, threatening the mindless dweller of their attack in all possible way, the stacks were. Chasing the eternal clearing of them, it was making it quite clear that at any passerby they would attack without judgment and without the knowing of why. It was just the threatening of the movement that would make them have ignorant visitors who claimed, without their consent, that they could climb it or that it was as high as this and that this and that. All the need of the whispering was nonsense and all the looker-on people who themselves were threatened by the power of a fall ignored the fact that the greatest achievement of theirs could one day fall on them, hard. It was senseless to ignore this but that is what ignorant people do, isn’t it? Fall on them they did, and the greatest achievement passed out to be the greatest fall, the greatest disappointment.