King of the Mountain

This is the end.
The cold wind blasted into my face, feeling as if it were a thousand stinging needles. As I approached the final conclusion I could not keep my arm from shaking as I lifted the flag that would delcare my victory. Here on the mountain top, the freezing cold peak, I only had to merely plant my flag pole into the ground and then I win.
Once more I looked around and saw no others then I brought the flag down for my own ultimate triumph.
"Ha ha!" Yelled and went to pose for a non-existing camera, but the flag leaned towards me in the wind as I pointed into the air.
Flabbergasted, I again brought up the flag and stabbed the ground. The wood moved left and right, in and out, but would not peirce the frozen ground.
For a moment my mind paused, no one else was around? I took a large metal pin from my pocket and started chipping a hole. Victory is mine.
"That is against the rules, Nolette..." Came a buzzing voice.
Around me buzzed the referee in his cute little black and white outfit. I gave the little man flying around in his ship an ugly look, then with all my might, heaved my mighty flag in the air and brought it down with all my soul.
Snap.
"Oh hey... it broke." I said with a broken half smile.
The little man pulled out a rule book and consulted it quickly.
"Well, you just have to go back to the start and get another one then. Simple as that."
I ripped frozen snot from my nose in anger and damned him and his rules then slowly I went back down the mountain.