Today's OneWord: Will

I will find a mountain to properly claim without bruising my ankles or injuring my chin. I will eat nothing but air and drink nothing but molten gold. When my innards freeze up in the blizzard, I will sleep on a mattress made of the skeletons of my past. I will be king of the mountain. And I will have no subjects.

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