Tuesday, September 14, 2004

>You are standing precariously on a ledge on the twentieth story of the Gerswin Tower. Your harness is latched to a rope that is dangling precariously below you as you feel the with blowing hard through the space between all the building high above the city streets. You are holding a glass cutter as you brace yourself against the office window.

>look at window

>As you glance at the office window you notice that the occupant has been alerted to your pressence and is reaching inside is desk for what looks like a gun. He pulls it out and levels it at you taking careful aim.

>cut rope

>The glass window begins to shatter where you were less than a second before. Surrounded by a confetti of glass shards, you begin to fall. . . .

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