Post by Sarpek on Jul 8, 2007 21:09:07 GMT -5
A crack is heard, echoing from buildings, followed by an enourmous boom. Black oily moke drifts over the buildings of the city. There is a thump on the roof, followed by a loud clatter, and some cursing. Sarpek stumbles down the stairs, clutching some bent metal tubing, and wearing a harness made from what seems to be some old seatbelts. More snapped piping dangles from the harness. "Led the zeds to a hotel, and used this hang glider to get back. Darn these weak alumnium tent poles. They snapped on landing. Anyone got a drink?