The Faller

The Faller He stands at the edge of a tall mountain looking down the sheer drop. Seconds pass. The man jumps! Nothing stops his fall. Rocks smash his frail limbs like matchsticks. End over end till he finally hits the valley floor 2,800ft below, his body a bloody broken mass. Why did he jump? Suicide? No. Because he enjoys it. He's the faller. This jump is his 318th off this mountain. Broken limbs, pulped body, severed head, fatal injuries and death are an occupational hazard. It's ok. The destructive injuries vanish after 30 minutes and the faller is as fit as a butcher’s dog and mad as a psychopath to jump again. Witness a freak: the faller.