Re: [RamboFirstBlood] NYC locs
haha. you already pissed them off.
The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome, suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones. His canopy became a shroud as he hurtled to the ground
There was
blood upon the risers, there was brains upon his chute, Intestines were a-danglin' from his Paratrooper's suit. They poured him from his helmet and poured him from his boots,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE