September 6, 2011 #88
Just the other night I was in the reading room studying hard with Ervin when we decided to disturb Kliven etc by knocking on the windows.
So Kliven got really really pissed off and started chasing me around the reading room. He threw everything he could at me, from pencil cases to chairs to ninja stars.
But a moment of brilliance ensured that I dashed out of the reading room doors, performing a delicate side-step (credit to my XXmonth trug stint) to successfully make a turn to safety.
Kliven though, being less agile and clumsy, lost it. In his hot pursuit, he couldn’t save 90 kg of pure muscle from inertia.
I will remember that night forever.
He ran straight towards the railing, and his attempt to avoid the crash saw him fly over the bars.
I could only watch, awaiting, as seconds later a thunderous crash was all anyone heard in a 5km radius.
Heart racing, I ran downstairs to find his mangled body among rubble and stone. His beloved stood by weeping as pangs of panic and grief swept through my entire soul.
Being very strong, I picked his body up gingerly, lunging it back to his house to his parents.
Sigh. I really love dreaming
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