Another Monday Morning
Unfortunately, your fellow employee, Big Wally, used to play defense in college football. And he the name "Big Wally" isn't meant to be ironic. Your tackle fails spectacularly, and Big Wally lunges you toward the nearest window.
The a CRASH! the window shatters. You're poised to fall twenty stories to the cement below, but your flailing hand manages to latch onto the edge of the window. (YYYYYIIIIIIEEEEE! Broken glass!) Fighting tears of pain and hoping your arm strenght holds out, you desperate look for an escape.
Below, you can just dimly make out the window washer's platform--but you can't tell if you're lined up with it. Big Wall walks up above and stares down at you. You can't tell if he's willing to help or not.
The a CRASH! the window shatters. You're poised to fall twenty stories to the cement below, but your flailing hand manages to latch onto the edge of the window. (YYYYYIIIIIIEEEEE! Broken glass!) Fighting tears of pain and hoping your arm strenght holds out, you desperate look for an escape.
Below, you can just dimly make out the window washer's platform--but you can't tell if you're lined up with it. Big Wall walks up above and stares down at you. You can't tell if he's willing to help or not.