Jumpman was frozen in time. As if someone had pressed the pause button on his life. Blackness, mostly. Then a series of flashes of moments.
Blood. Him on all fours, sucking nitrous oxide out of a woman's beautiful ass. Words.
"Jujujujujujujuju jumjumjumjum jump jump jump jump Jumpman. Help!"
DK being pushed headfirst out of a bedroom window. Laughing.
Then more blackness.
But his eyes were open. He was in something. Something dark. Something tight.
"Help!"
A kick down a flight of stairs. He must have been sealed up inside a barrel. Spinning around in a circle. Then the bouncing stopped. Laughter started. New laughter. A hallway full of laughter.
Kicked down another flight of stairs. More new laughter. More kicks down stairs. Until he was on the ground level. Then more words.
"Set it on fire!"
The smell of gasoline. Liquid seeping into the wood, coming in through the cracks.
"Help!"
The bouncer's voice shouting, "Did you just pull a fucking lighter out of your ass?"
A whooshing sound. Smoke. Flashes of orange light.
Jumpman started coughing.
Blackness.
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How High Can You Get?
AdventureA 3 AM chance encounter between a Detroit party boy and a mysterious girl inserts an addicted drug user into a global game where the ultimate high is the prize and death is around every corner. Techno raving meets 8 bit retro gaming, "How High Can...
