Thursday, 14 April 2016


At 25,000 feet, I marvelled at the cloudfish, and leant over the rail a little to get a better view.

At 24,500 feet, I realised I’d fallen over the side of the airship.

At 20,250 feet, I was sure the mage would notice.

At 17,000 feet, I couldn’t believe I was so fucking stupid as to lean over the stupid fucking railing.

At 14,750 feet, I began to pray to the Seven Goddesses.

At 6,000 feet, I gave up.

At 1,000 feet, I accepted death.

At 0 feet, I braced for impact.

At -500 feet, I began to freak out.

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