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You continue climbing. You climb up and up. As fast as you can move your body. You are bleeding and screaming, climbing the rope in desperate, raw survival instinct. But you just cannot make it. Your blood-soaked hands slip from the rope and you fall. The force of your body pulls the rope off the cliff and you fall and fall and fall. You are still falling. And the falling is all you know when you black out.