Author's Note: This is simply a prologue to the many chapters I'll be writing in the future. This was more of my way to test the waters of this site and see the formatting sides of things without dedicating too many resources to the project I'd like to work on. Any critique is obviously welcome, as well as anything you'd like to see in future chapters. Also, keep in mind that this is not based off of the original characters from the game, but you'll learn that much later on.

Exordium

I never received the proverbial review of my life when my plane's altitude found its decline. It's hard to imagine that I'd even come close to rehashing my entire existence, what with glass sheaving deep cuts into my skins. It was almost like a movie, except the seat-belt of the plane kept me anchored to the cushion of the pilot's nest, forcing me to watch unaltered footage of my reputed death.

I wish I would have died.

Waking up in the glacial chill, the unrelenting tempest pounding wintry bites into my firm flesh, I hovered above the ground. I thought I might have succumbed to humanity's history of not being able to survive plane crashes, but I suppose I stand alive to contest that. I wasn't dead, just hanging. The various strings, ropes, and cords that were once part of the inner workings of my plane now wrapped around my appendages tightly, keeping me pulled away from the ground by at least twenty feet.

Twenty feet doesn't seem so high up if there's several layers of snow beneath you, but I wasn't worried about what was on top of the dirt, I was worried about what was below. Large pins and shafts protruded out from the winter floor, sharp metals jutting out from underneath the snow's glistening charm. The plane was ravaged and it wasn't so outlandish to believe that, whatever I didn't see on that plane, was right underneath my swinging body. I remember the moment of pity I allowed myself to have. The blue sky nearly lulling me to sleep as my eyes fixated at the wonderful clouds above. What I wouldn't have given to be that cloud - at least clouds don't fucking crash.

I had to make a move. I was either going to die in the cadence of that terrible pivoted swaying or find a way to cut those cords and play the lottery. I picked the latter, at least then I would have some small chance of living. With one last look to the debris beneath me, my hand reached for the closest piece of jagged metal and cut the lines. This fall was longer than the initial crash; the shock must have made it feel that way as I plummeted down to my second assumed death. ...and I knew the moment my body hammered into that snow.

This was going to be one, big pain in the ass.