Thread:H950sm/@comment-35439862-20181005134502/@comment-30319843-20181020063338

One word suddenly struck my mind when I hit freefall.

Backup.

With the pain beating tumultuously in my blood, I buried my hands in my pockets and then took them out, producing the backup webshooters in my hands. I quickly, yet in agony, replaced the broken webshooters, letting them fall into the abyss. I then immediately shot the bottom of the Final Destination, my feet almost touching the Death Barrier. I painfully pulled myself up, taking time and considering tolerance.

When I finally reached the bottom, I laid on it, facing the abyss once more. I began the healing process, but it was slow. Yet the residual blood didn’t disappear; it had chosen to soak half of my shirt with it.

I closed my eyes, and kept focus.

(Ok now dont speak anything about me, just praise fico, eat a cookie or do anything but mention me; you are to truly believe tht i am dead)