The plane shook, and I thought it would be torn apart as the 747 landing on
the strip perpendicular to ours collided with the back of our private jet.
The oxygen mask fell, and I was about to take a breath, when I thought of one of the first things Tyler said to me.
You become euphoric, docile, you accept your fate.
Oh how I wand to accept my fate. I could just sit here, suffocating, and eventually be delivered to my flaming death at hundreds of miles per hour.
Unfortunately, the four space monkeys who hadn't been in the cargo hold of the jet fighting, were now strapping me into a parachute, and before I knew it I'm being tossed out of the jet.
Of course, they expect me to pull the cord.
Again I'm faced with a choice which will decide my fate. If I pull the cord, I go on with this miserable excuse for an existence. If I don't, then I will be saved from the horrors of this world, created by me and otherwise.
Do I have the balls to kill myself? I know I had the balls to shoot myself in the mouth, but then again I knew that I'd survive that.
I deserve to die. Just thinking about the people I've fucked over, I know I should die. Bob. Then again bob didn't have a hell of a lot before project mayhem, so in his case I helped him.
Shit, so never mind about bob. There are the people who I've put out of work by blowing their buildings up. I've been loosely trying to keep track of the missions of project mayhem, but it's tough because I can't ask questions, so I have to go by the missions I tag along on, or hear about the next day on the news. From what I can tell, were on wave seven. I had more detail on their most recent adventure, project mall rat. The other ones involved movie theaters, then one with fashion outlets, plus a score of others which were seemingly random.
Alright, I put people out of work, but the people I put out of work were the ones who made the bombs that blew the buildings up.
Now they're homeless and starving, and that's my fault.... well actually after the first blast, we bought the warehouses and other buildings in the area of the house on paper street in the chaos following wave one. You see, every one belived that ww3 was upon us, and when the wealthy upper class warehouse/factory owners got this idea, they decided to sell all their property and build underground bunkers.
They still haven't come out.
Anyways, we built an entire colony in a 5 mile radius around the house. It's like a giant clockwork, everyone in their right place.
You'd be surprised how long it takes to fall from an air plane.
Ugh, fine.
I pull the cord as the ground feels close enough to touch, but then I look at the little dial on my shoulder, and notice the little needle is past the red line.... this is going to hurt. A lot.
Thank god for guided meditation
I hit the ground hard, and tried to roll like in those Kung foo movies. Apparently, Bruce Lee's stunts weren't done from a plane. The rolling was a bad idea. Instead of breaking JUST my legs, I think I just broke the rest of my body, including my face.
The pain was too much, and I passed out
Sorry to anyone who had to read that, I know that was really boring. I almost didn't put it up, but then decided eh, what the hell it's already written. I'm trying to make sure that chapter 3 is a lot better, so after its written read it, and maybe it won't suck! Yay!
The oxygen mask fell, and I was about to take a breath, when I thought of one of the first things Tyler said to me.
You become euphoric, docile, you accept your fate.
Oh how I wand to accept my fate. I could just sit here, suffocating, and eventually be delivered to my flaming death at hundreds of miles per hour.
Unfortunately, the four space monkeys who hadn't been in the cargo hold of the jet fighting, were now strapping me into a parachute, and before I knew it I'm being tossed out of the jet.
Of course, they expect me to pull the cord.
Again I'm faced with a choice which will decide my fate. If I pull the cord, I go on with this miserable excuse for an existence. If I don't, then I will be saved from the horrors of this world, created by me and otherwise.
Do I have the balls to kill myself? I know I had the balls to shoot myself in the mouth, but then again I knew that I'd survive that.
I deserve to die. Just thinking about the people I've fucked over, I know I should die. Bob. Then again bob didn't have a hell of a lot before project mayhem, so in his case I helped him.
Shit, so never mind about bob. There are the people who I've put out of work by blowing their buildings up. I've been loosely trying to keep track of the missions of project mayhem, but it's tough because I can't ask questions, so I have to go by the missions I tag along on, or hear about the next day on the news. From what I can tell, were on wave seven. I had more detail on their most recent adventure, project mall rat. The other ones involved movie theaters, then one with fashion outlets, plus a score of others which were seemingly random.
Alright, I put people out of work, but the people I put out of work were the ones who made the bombs that blew the buildings up.
Now they're homeless and starving, and that's my fault.... well actually after the first blast, we bought the warehouses and other buildings in the area of the house on paper street in the chaos following wave one. You see, every one belived that ww3 was upon us, and when the wealthy upper class warehouse/factory owners got this idea, they decided to sell all their property and build underground bunkers.
They still haven't come out.
Anyways, we built an entire colony in a 5 mile radius around the house. It's like a giant clockwork, everyone in their right place.
You'd be surprised how long it takes to fall from an air plane.
Ugh, fine.
I pull the cord as the ground feels close enough to touch, but then I look at the little dial on my shoulder, and notice the little needle is past the red line.... this is going to hurt. A lot.
Thank god for guided meditation
I hit the ground hard, and tried to roll like in those Kung foo movies. Apparently, Bruce Lee's stunts weren't done from a plane. The rolling was a bad idea. Instead of breaking JUST my legs, I think I just broke the rest of my body, including my face.
The pain was too much, and I passed out
Sorry to anyone who had to read that, I know that was really boring. I almost didn't put it up, but then decided eh, what the hell it's already written. I'm trying to make sure that chapter 3 is a lot better, so after its written read it, and maybe it won't suck! Yay!