I was flying 10,000 ft above sea level, with no one in sight, searching for a place to land.
It was nice at first because I was flying into the sunset.
Then an armed giant atheist, with an eye-patch, boarded on the plane. It was a fight to the death.
As the plane flew, the struggle in the pressurized hull was epic. I proceeded to grab the Emergency Exit Axe, and I was slashing my way through the leather seats, hoping the final blow will land fatally on the atheist.
The atheist meanwhile was taunting me, because he had an assault rifle. How I managed to dodge his shots, happened in flash seconds.
For most of the time of the fight, the atheist was not fighting but laughing. But then he fired some more, with the last shot finally puncturing the plane open.
I thought I better grab a parachute and jump out of the plane. I done exactly that, but the atheist followed because he didn’t have any parachute. He left his assault rifle behind and jumped out of the plane.
As I was plummeting towards the earth, the atheist was suddenly mad to get the parachute off me. We were struggling for the parachute. My back was facing the earth, while the atheist was breathing down on my face desperate to steal the parachute off me. Partially immobilized in air, close to 5,000 ft now, I reached down my pants to pull out my dagger which the atheist didn’t notice since he was too busy trying to dislodge the parachute off my back.
I proceeded to stab the atheist on the side repeatedly, and he howled in pain. But the struggle was not over. He grabbed my wrist now, and try to pry the dagger out of my hands, 500 ft, and it appears there is land below.
As my right hand with the dagger was being pried open, I struggled to move my left hand to pull the chute. The atheist didn’t notice.
When I pulled the chute, the inertia threw his gigantic body off me, and I saw him plummeting to his death towards earth.
I glided down, and landed on earth.
I walked one hundred meters to see his fallen body on earth. He was finally dead.
What happened next was strange. Not far, was a cave full of dynamites, gasoline, TNT, bombs, napalm, incinerator, a one nuclear warhead. He could still be alive, I thought, probably paralyzed and immobilized.
It took me two days to carefully move all the explosives near his paralyzed body (I thought he was dead). Once that was done, he was surrounded with the explosives, and covered in gasoline. I looked for a near by rock, a threw it hard on his head to finish him off. Now he was dead.
I ran to clear from the sight. I climbed up a mountain to see below. Then I detonated the explosives, burning his remains.