The Underworld was Hot, the underworld was always hot. It was after all, the unhappy underbelly of the entire world. Constantly broiling and threatening to spill over until it consumed all of reality with its glowing magma. Like an iron cauldron left upon an open fire for far too long. Sisyphus could never get used to the heat, it was stifling, clawing, and constantly at him as he continued his eternal task.

His muscles were currently straining to heave the enormous boulder up the same hill he had been climbing for 6,000 years. Every time he successfully reached the summit, another digit was added to the display which ticked on to eternity. Its baleful light would illuminate the angry darkened skies once more, and Sisyphus would earn another point. The enormous boulder would inevitably roll down the hill and his task would begin again the next morning.

His torcherd feet felt every step as he cleared the last false summit. It was only a short way now. Every step was Asif it was through molasses. "Nearly there" he said to him self "just abit further"...... Finally he reached the top and just as before, another point was added to the display. This time it was special, this time he had 700,000,000 points. Enough to buy a gold sticker for his boulder.

Tomorrow sisyphus would feel happy in the knowledge that when he trudged the same boulder, up the exact same hill. His would be the shiniest boulder of them all.