Monday 4 November 2013

Bike baron

As I yank the throttle to the max I feel the rush of acceleration zipping though my blood. I'm in the air Time is standing still, I adjust myself for the perfect landing. But then I panic, I've come up too short I'm not going to make it. All I see is the barrels of TNT then... A sharp pain stabs though me. Blackness, dark and miserable....... DEATH!



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