In a doubles round, chances are you have a role. Chances also are you end up killing someone slightly important.
Maybe I was too busy living that I forgot to plan my death. I had planned to die in a few days, but not this soon. I had planned to take someone with me.
Unfortunately, I now stand before the executioners. "How do you plead?"
"Not guilty."
Was it just the luck of the draw that the blame fell on my head? I was found guilty within the hour, a record in my mind. It was a mock trial: I'm not even sure why they bothered. How many innocents had been killed without ceremony?
They pulled me to the dock with a noose. The more I dragged my feet, the less I could breathe. Sky dragged the rope around my neck, while Link hurried me on with a cattle prod. 5000 Volts of electricity generally makes a person move forward. I couldn't take a breath of air by the time we got to the cliffs. Hundreds of feet stood between me and the water. I wish they had just thrown me over.
Sky tied the rope up and around a nearby tree. I stood there on the edge of the world, staring out at the horizon. A red sunset... how ironic. One more shock sent me over the edge. 200 feet. My head was swimming, both from the lack of oxygen and the dizzying height. 150 feet.
*SNAP*
So the rope was more than 50 feet long? Wow, they went all out today. Unfortunately, it seems like they traded quality for quantity. The rope snapped before my neck did, and I was dumped the last 150 feet onto the jagged rocks below. I couldn't catch a break today. Pain was pretty much the only thing I felt by now: I had broken most of my bones. My legs were in my stomach, and my arms weren't attached by much anymore. My head was cracked open like an egg.
A couple hundred feet above me, the executioners saw sharks attracted by the bloody water.
If only I was a bit earlier, I could have taken one of them with me.
So sayeth the Arbiter.