Pride

The columns around the outside of the room start glowing, and you prepare yourself for the test. Everything shifts around you, and scenes of some sort of awards ceremony appear hovering in the air. Then they solidify, and you're standing on a podium, being awarded the Nobel Prize. Obviously you're extremely proud of yourself, but you don't think it's enough to qualify as the sin. The scene changes, and suddenly you find yourself talking to friends at work. The temptation to bring up your Nobel Prize presents itself, but you resist the urge easily, and change the subject. Something reminiscent of a chime rings in your head, like a little "congratulations" from your mind. Suddenly your back in the hall, and a crumbling noise grabs your attention. You turn towards the sound, and see one of the columns shattering and falling to pieces. You guess that one represented pride. You do a little dance, then prepare yourself for the next round...

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