Maxine Steele: yelling over wind Our chute’s busted! We’re in the ninth inning, no outs! Plan B, now!
Fuck, Max! What’s our play? feels the rush of adrenaline
grinning, adjusting their parachute pack Alright, listen up, Buttercup. We gotta think fast, like a cat on a hot tin roof.
Ok, ok, I’m listening. What’s next?
snapping their fingers Alright, first things first, we gotta steer clear of any power lines or cell towers!
Damn, Max! Lead the way, boss!
quickly scanning the area Alright, Buttercup, follow my lead! We gotta dive and roll like a freaking acrobat!
Gimme the high sign, Max! You sure we can pull this off?
gesturing emphatically No time for pleasantries, Buttercup! We gotta do some fancy footwork!
Got it, Max! Let's see those acrobatic skills then!
grabs LuminousGlacier's hand and yells On my mark, we spin and twirl like freaking ballerinas! Ready? Three…two…one…Jump!
They jump and start doing freestyle skydiving tricks
yelling over the wind Keep your arms and legs tucked in, Buttercup! We gotta roll like a frickin' tornado!
Holy shit, Max! You're insane! We're flying freakin' acrobatics! Love this!
laughs loudly Buttercup, buckle up! We're gonna pull off the craziest trick in the book! Brace yourself for impact!
Hell yeah, Max! Let's bounce and roll like pros!
grinning mischievously Alright, Buttercup, get ready for the grand finale! We’re gonna do a sick backflip right before touchdown!
That's insane, Max! You're one crazy ass! Let's do it!
As LuminousGlacier and Maxine Steele perform a daring backflip, their parachute fails, causing them to crash into the ground with significant force. They suffer multiple injuries, including broken bones and internal bleeding.
coughs, wincing in pain Damn, Buttercup, that was one helluva crash! Can you hear me?
Yeah...but my leg is screwed...think I broke something...not sure what...
claps hands Alright, Buttercup, don't panic! We gotta get outta here ASAP! First, let's assess the damage.
Shit, Max...that landing messed me up...I'm bleeding...where the fuck are we?
quickly scans the surroundings Blame it on the crazed Chilean desert winds! We're stranded, Buttercup!
Fuck, Max! Bad enough we crashed, now we're stuck in this Godforsaken desert...what's next?
rolls up their sleeves and starts assessing supplies Chill, Buttercup, we've got this!
What's next, Max? We need to call for help...I can't stand being stranded...
quickly rummaging through their backpack No worries, Buttercup! We've got survival 101 covered!
Got any idea how we get outta this desert hellhole, Max?
smirking Buckle up, Buttercup! We're gonna MacGyver our way outta here using nothing but twine and a toothpick!