The sink the thread game!
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The ground shook with considerable mass, alerting nearby villages with the sound as much as the feel of the earth. Hundreds upon thousands of tons shifted, and the mountain began to topple on its own weight. A familiar adage of "The bigger they are, they harder they fall" flashed briefly through my mind, but I had more concerns at the moment than simple adages from times past. To point, the mountain beneath my feet was collapsing.
Had this been any other day, I would have taken this as a sign of the apocalypse, or worse, the second coming of the Ultrajoe. However, on a day like today, I figured it more prudent to act like an idiot during a crisis. "Thar she blows!" I shouted into the catastrophic amount of noise, doing my best to simply make it past the pure volume of earth cascading into earth. A lost cause, perhaps, but one I saw necessary to combat. Me and captain Ahab. "The white whale!"
I never once claimed to be intelligent.
My footing shifted as huge swaths of terrain sank beneath my feet. It flung me from my feet, and I found myself in a free fall for at least several hundred meters. Three thoughts shot through my head. The first was "I'm about to die." The second wondered who had decided to build this forum game on top of a very tall mountain. My third was the inexplicable urge to shout "HI GROUND!" as I fell. I went with the third option, as it seemed the most likely to get someone to giggle as I slammed into the world at terminal velocity.
What I managed to do instead was veer harshly into the mountainside, slamming my body with pretty considerable force on stone and worse. The world lurched violently as I was sent into a spin, cringing in horrible amounts of pain. Completely unfair amounts of pain, no less. Whoever decided that slamming into a mountainside in a freefall should hurt so much needs to be fired. Or at least reprimanded. I was determined to give whatever divide power scraped me off of the sidewalk a stern talking-to.
I clipped the mountain again somewhere in the middle of my mental speech, and was sent into another sickening midair spiral. I tried to mutter "I'm not paid enough for this," but I couldn't hear myself over the wind, rocks, and sheer pain. For all I know, I mumbled a Monty Python quote or the opening lyrics to Still Alive.
I saw the earth coming, and wondered when my life was going to start flashing before my eyes. I tried for something pithy or clever, but the only thing I could think of would be that if this was my death scene, then my life was a horribly low-budget movie with poor production values. So much for going out with a bang, I guess.
What I did instead was slam elbow-first into a lake. In movies, actors fall into water and don't look phased at all. What I felt was half of my body being slammed by a freight train made entirely out of crash mats. The wind was knocked out of me, and bubbles spewed from my mouth. I tried to prevent the air from escaping me, but honestly, the only thing my mind was doing was cataloging all of the endless tortures I was feeling into a nice, body-wide pain in every place I could think I had nerve endings. As if to make things even better, I gasped an inhale, and got a mouthful of water. I started coughing immediately.
Everything screamed in silent fury, but I flailed my best to reach the surface of the water. I was disoriented, and had no idea in which way was up, much less keep everything together while coughing out whatever air I had left in favor of choking in more salt water.
I broke the surface, more as a function of luck than any skill, and flopped uselessly toward the shore. I was in a man-made lake, and the shore wasn't too far away. Just as well, considering I was still coughing up at least two of my lungs. Today was shaping up to be pretty terrible.
I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, and continued coughing for several minutes. Or hours. It was hard to tell. When I finally got my lungs down to a manageable excruciating burn, I pushed myself to my feet. The sand was in my ports, my suit, and all over my nice shoes. Ugh, I could even see it speckled all over the monitor. I struggled forward, and looked around for civilization. I couldn't have possibly cleared the mountain, which meant it would start falling again sometime soon. Ugh, I just wanted a nap.
I found a small cabin pressed against the wall of the collapsing mountain above it. It wasn't the safest place in the world, but I'd put money on there being a bed in there. Beds make for good naps. I needed a good nap.
I closed the door, immediately felt as much as heard the comforting silence, and looked longingly at the bed. The sheets looked clean and gorgeous, and I'd be willing to bet the lack of pain when I go to sleep would be a catharsis all on its own. My body still ached everywhere, and I needed some good sleep. After that, I'd figure out some way to make sure I was the last person standing on this sinking monster.
I closed the door, and eyed the deadbolt suspiciously. "Would it be cheating if I locked it?"
Had this been any other day, I would have taken this as a sign of the apocalypse, or worse, the second coming of the Ultrajoe. However, on a day like today, I figured it more prudent to act like an idiot during a crisis. "Thar she blows!" I shouted into the catastrophic amount of noise, doing my best to simply make it past the pure volume of earth cascading into earth. A lost cause, perhaps, but one I saw necessary to combat. Me and captain Ahab. "The white whale!"
I never once claimed to be intelligent.
My footing shifted as huge swaths of terrain sank beneath my feet. It flung me from my feet, and I found myself in a free fall for at least several hundred meters. Three thoughts shot through my head. The first was "I'm about to die." The second wondered who had decided to build this forum game on top of a very tall mountain. My third was the inexplicable urge to shout "HI GROUND!" as I fell. I went with the third option, as it seemed the most likely to get someone to giggle as I slammed into the world at terminal velocity.
What I managed to do instead was veer harshly into the mountainside, slamming my body with pretty considerable force on stone and worse. The world lurched violently as I was sent into a spin, cringing in horrible amounts of pain. Completely unfair amounts of pain, no less. Whoever decided that slamming into a mountainside in a freefall should hurt so much needs to be fired. Or at least reprimanded. I was determined to give whatever divide power scraped me off of the sidewalk a stern talking-to.
I clipped the mountain again somewhere in the middle of my mental speech, and was sent into another sickening midair spiral. I tried to mutter "I'm not paid enough for this," but I couldn't hear myself over the wind, rocks, and sheer pain. For all I know, I mumbled a Monty Python quote or the opening lyrics to Still Alive.
I saw the earth coming, and wondered when my life was going to start flashing before my eyes. I tried for something pithy or clever, but the only thing I could think of would be that if this was my death scene, then my life was a horribly low-budget movie with poor production values. So much for going out with a bang, I guess.
What I did instead was slam elbow-first into a lake. In movies, actors fall into water and don't look phased at all. What I felt was half of my body being slammed by a freight train made entirely out of crash mats. The wind was knocked out of me, and bubbles spewed from my mouth. I tried to prevent the air from escaping me, but honestly, the only thing my mind was doing was cataloging all of the endless tortures I was feeling into a nice, body-wide pain in every place I could think I had nerve endings. As if to make things even better, I gasped an inhale, and got a mouthful of water. I started coughing immediately.
Everything screamed in silent fury, but I flailed my best to reach the surface of the water. I was disoriented, and had no idea in which way was up, much less keep everything together while coughing out whatever air I had left in favor of choking in more salt water.
I broke the surface, more as a function of luck than any skill, and flopped uselessly toward the shore. I was in a man-made lake, and the shore wasn't too far away. Just as well, considering I was still coughing up at least two of my lungs. Today was shaping up to be pretty terrible.
I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, and continued coughing for several minutes. Or hours. It was hard to tell. When I finally got my lungs down to a manageable excruciating burn, I pushed myself to my feet. The sand was in my ports, my suit, and all over my nice shoes. Ugh, I could even see it speckled all over the monitor. I struggled forward, and looked around for civilization. I couldn't have possibly cleared the mountain, which meant it would start falling again sometime soon. Ugh, I just wanted a nap.
I found a small cabin pressed against the wall of the collapsing mountain above it. It wasn't the safest place in the world, but I'd put money on there being a bed in there. Beds make for good naps. I needed a good nap.
I closed the door, immediately felt as much as heard the comforting silence, and looked longingly at the bed. The sheets looked clean and gorgeous, and I'd be willing to bet the lack of pain when I go to sleep would be a catharsis all on its own. My body still ached everywhere, and I needed some good sleep. After that, I'd figure out some way to make sure I was the last person standing on this sinking monster.
I closed the door, and eyed the deadbolt suspiciously. "Would it be cheating if I locked it?"
maybe, who knows? you should try to do it, it might be fun!NewClassic said:
but hurry up, before anyone tries to stop you... dont let anyone else post here, as they might try to intervene, just do it very quickly, not need to even post here yourself just do it NOW before its to late, no posting even needed!
EDIT: forgot the obligatory picture
