Once there lived a monk who wandered the lands, as heroes do, in search of wrongs to right, injustices to correct, and people to save.  This monk happened across a village in his journeys, a village full of the most apathetic and spiritless people he had ever seen.

 The monk wondered what plight could have crushed the villagers' spirit so badly.  He asked around, but most were too lost in their haze to answer his queries.  Eventually he managed to piece together that this village had been cut off from all their friends, family, and loved ones.  The narrow mountain pass that had once connected this village to the neighboring lands had somehow become unusable.

 Seeking to correct the problem and lift the villagers' spirits, the monk set off on the overgrown trail into the mountains.  Sure enough, he soon came across a mighty barricade of rocks.  Scoffing at the villager's lack of effort, the monk studied the barricade and began removing key rocks.  Soon the whole pile  had fallen down into an easily traversed mound.

 The monk returned to the village and told them their problems were over!  The pass was clear once more!  The folk of the town simply continued their toils, ignoring him and everything else.  Frustrated, the monk spent the night trying to convince one of the villagers to come and see for themselves.

 By daybreak, the monk's anger had risen to the point where he simply grabbed a villager and hauled them up into the mountains forcibly.  When the pair arrived at the rock pile, the monk dropped the peasant and his jaw.  The barricade was back.

 The peasant slinked back into town.  The monk decided to take more aggressive action this time.  Using his talents he began to pulverize each and every rock into dust.   The sun was setting when he finally finished his task, so the monk returned to the village to rest.

 Come the dawn the monk decided to double-check the pass before abducting another villager.  Sure enough, when the monk arrived in the narrow pass the rocks once more blocked the way through.

 Someone was clearly rebuilding this barricade, thought the monk.  Using one mighty blow he created a large gap in the barricade and continued down the pass to the other side.  Whoever was rebuilding the rock pile must surely lie just beyond the mountains.  Searching the area beyond the pass for the malcontents who wanted to seal this village off proved fruitless, however.

 The nearest village on this side of the pass was miles off and there was no sign of any encampment in the area.  The sun had set while the monk was searching, so he set up camp on the far side of the pass, and roasted a nice floppy for his dinner.

 Come the dawn the monk returned into the pass.  His heart sank when he found the barricade once more intact.  Furious now, the monk began hurling rocks from the pile. When he had cleared the spot of all debris, he sat where the barricade had been and waited.  He had had enough.  Nobody was going to build another barricade here!

 The monk sat, meditating all day.  Shortly after the sun set, his meditations were interrupted by an odd rumbling noise.  In the dark and echo of the pass it was impossible to tell  where the sound was coming from.  The monk took his stance and prepared to fight the fiends who were so intent on destroying one town's happiness.

 ..Then the first rock hit his head.

 ..and another.

 Soon the rock slide down the mountain had buried the hapless monk alive.

 High up in the peaks, a Grimlok Worker sighed a heavy sigh as it dumped the day's tilled rock down the mountain.  Day in, day out, always more rocks.

 This Grimlok shared the lesson the townsfolk of the village had accepted long ago:
 

Sometimes life's just a crushing bore. :P