Every great ruler of Egypt has a monument, and pixel Cleopatra thinks it is time the desert had a new one. The plans are drawn, the stones are cut and the workers are on their lunch break, so she climbs onto an obelisk with her cat and appoints herself Pyramid Builder for the afternoon.
Each block swings in over the pile and has to land just right. A neat drop keeps the walls straight; a sloppy one trims off a corner, which is how pyramids get their shape anyway. Stack high enough and the pyramid climbs past the palm trees, past the sunset and up to the stars. How tall can a queen's monument grow?










