Legacy of Zelma: Upward Stick

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>PRESS STAMP

GOOD ENOUGH LETS GO



Your name is Chain and you have just failed your flying test.

>_

Flap your hands really fast

Good thing you passed your landing test with flying colours!

That's okay, you can still pass your plummeting test!

>Make parachute of silly hat

> Too bad you needed to be the best flyer in order to win the only parachute, huh?

>Flap your hands really fast



LOOK AT THAT FORM

>Make parachute of silly hat



That bitch is gone, homes.

Swear revenge upon your murderer, Zelma!

>Okay, fine, use your shirt as a parachute instead.

> Grab part of a cloud and use it to cushion your fall.

> Crashland. Cut to several years later when Chain is being rebuilt by a shady government organisation with a view to protecting human interests.

Bounce?

>Aren't y'all connected with some sort of giant flying animal?
Like a bat or somethin'?
You should probably call it.

Shout some magic-sounding nonsense at the ground.

> QUICK GRAB THAT BIRD

>You should probably call your giant flying animal



You whistle for your FLYING SQUID to come save you.



The call goes unanswered.

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SORRY MOTHER NATURE I TOOK ARTISTIC LICENSE ON HOW MANY LEGS SQUIDS HAVE

OH ALSO I TOOK IT ON HOW MUCH FLIGHT THEY HAVE TOO

MOTHER NATURE FANS LEAVE YOUR HATE MAIL AT THE DOOR

>Start composing an angry letter to the government about the lack of safety protocols - shouldn't they have somebody around to catch you in case of an emergency? Naturally you always carry a pencil and paper with you.

Friendly Tornado, come by and help Chain!

> Accept the inevitable.

> Bellyflop.

Land on the stick!

>Spread your arms and legs out to increase your wind resistance. That always works in the movies.

> Time to lose weight really quickly. Try inducing vomiting.

Throw your stick at the ground REAL REAL HARD.

> Accept the inevitable.



The strings of your mortality have tautened, awaiting the cruel sweep of the reaper's blade. As you fall towards the unknown, you take a second to wonder what you will see. The great expanse of clouds have yet to yield to anyone seeking to penetrate them, and only legends speak of what is below. Will you see green, lush lands? Will you fall into the fiery openings of Hell itself? Will you just continue to fall endlessly, the sky your eternal tomb? These questions pass fleetingly in front of your mind's eye, before being replaced with the panicked screams of someone who is realizing that he is going to FUCKING DIE HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

>Bellyflop.







You have made a Scientific Discovery.

((((ALSO HERE IS SOME FANART FROM G0M))))

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