"It's not a matter of besting or beating, Host of Pride. In my case, it's a matter of proving a point-" *you hear the cracking of bones as ash enters and exits my body, lacerating itself through my skin and searing the tiny wounds shut* *I stand up straight and take off my gas mask, and for a second you see my tanned skin turn dark grey* *I put my mask back on and load 8 shots into a heavy looking revolver* "-and I'm about to prove a point."