Week 22

It was an incredibly soft landing this time, on an extremely precarious ledge. The ledge was an acute triangle with a dagger of a ledge leading to absolutely NoWhere. Once my ass landed awkwardly a moment after me, it had started to nay and grunt in ways that I wasn’t accustomed to. As I looked over its way to see what was wrong, I noticed there were twelve spirts with extremely disconcerting facial expressions whispering into it’s ear. I watched dumbfounded and disturbed for a moment, and then knew exactly what needed to be done.