To call it a wall would be disingenuous; to call it anything else would be blasphemous. It was THE wall. No discernable end could be found, try as we might. And oh, we might. It stretched all the way across our side of the planet, a barrier to greener, imaginary pastures. Climbing over was considered suicide; all those who dared to ascend in search of that legendary mantle never returned. No cavern permitted entry to the other side, deeper only means more futile to us. All that remains is to ram our way through. What’s that? The doorknob works? Dammit.