Skifree's StoryLine
Posted on: May 15, 2011, at 02:02:58am

The tail of his red hat was battered by the frigid unforgiving wind. As he glided along the snow he could hear only two things, the hypnotic swish of his skis and the frantic thumping of his heart. He'd just passed the 2000m mark and while he'd braved the obstacles of the raw elements of wood and stone as well as the evil intent in the hearts of men, his greatest foe was soon to be bounding at his heels. The horrific gray beast with piercing red eyes that fed only on human flesh. An accursed abominable snow monster whose huffing breath quickly chilled the backs of any man that wanted nothing more than to ski free.

Each time he thought he escaped the beast its brethren would soon arrive. There were hundreds of them now. Panting, thundering through the snowy wild, and all wanting his flesh. It had been days now. He was becoming dehydrated, frostbitten, and his eyes were beginning to play tricks on him. The trees had begun to move. At times it was as if they would jump in front of him. He also continued to spot his faithful companion continually crossing his path. He assumed at first the dog had betrayed him, but now he realized that it was his growing madness twisting his fears into hallucinations.

He can't escape them. The numbers are too great and simply moving faster will no longer do. In his last moments he sailed from a ramp. He wanted the sensation of flight just one last time. One last time before the monsters ripped him apart. That feeling of freedom that he'd come here to have. The one that had eluded his life for so long. He lamented the fact that he would no longer see his loving wife and wonderful children. A tear froze against his cheek as he sped downward. They would understand. They would understand that he had to ski free.