SG BALLOON - Going down...

Somewhere, somehow, all of SG is squashed into the basket under a balloon.

Don't ask how. It's a metaphor.

The balloon is floating along, quite nicely. Under us, we can see green fields, sparkling rivers cutting their way into valleys, lush forests and more.

We float south, moving along to a mountain range. We go higher as the mountains get taller, huge slabs of rock reaching miles into the sky.

As sun begins to set, we see SG has floated away from home. The mountains close in. Jagged outcrops all below us.

And we begin to run out of gas-

The only way to survive is to lighten the load. Someone - maybe more than one - will have to be thrown overboard.


In the SG balloon, how do you justify your survival?


Any skills, talents or amazing buttcheeks will be taken into consideration.

I have a very nice Speedo. You wouldn't want to ruin it. And you're not getting it off of me.

If we make it through the night, you may have to share your Speedo amongst all the survivors.

Fair enough. I'm nothing if not a sharer.

I'm a medic...and who needs health care like 400k people stuffed in a basket?
My primary help comes from not why I know, but from what fam and friends have often told me. I am full of hot air...ergo, I can breath up and help keep everyone afloat.

if we throw Zarth out, his harem will follow....thus lightening the load and saving the rest...

toss out eternalxile

Good point. i like your smarts, kiddo. You're in!

Would it even be worth living afterwards, without all those beautiful women? I don't think you've really thought this through.

now you want to throw me out of a hot air balloon?
and here i thought we were friends.

<-- nurse.

I give good head

I don't justify my survival. I reach up and stab the balloon, sending all of us screaming towards the ground. Because if I and I alone cannot survive, then none of you will.

You see? They pull their own weight.

I say we all throw the rest of you out.

I am extremely good at going for quite some time without sleep. For services rendered, I am able to watch over you while you sleep, ensuring that nobody tosses you while you snooze. If they try, I make a good 6'2", 270lb anchor for you.

damn...can't believe you left this alone!

I know where I'd start eating. Remember to taste with you tongue first!

Oh yeah, I give great massages!

Hehehe... you said... Going Down.

I'm good at that.

I have big tit's.

Then you'd bounce. Out you go!

boiinnnnggg, boinnnnggggg

BUT they make great pillows! Pillows are important!

I don't see YOU providing anything, dorei!

Very important, especially in the possibility that we may be stranded on the mountaintops if we don't crash. Big tits (which I also have) would be VITAL to our survival!!

I am, to my knowledge, the site's only southern amphibian. I'm also teaching Fatality about playing Blues guitar, which makes me indispensable.

Plus... I'm invisible, so no one will be able to lay hands on me.

I would grab the ropes holding the dangling basket and somehow grapple my way to the top of the balloon. Then I would watch you all crash to the ground semi-safely only to be devoured by mountian lions. I, sitting atop the balloon, would land in a tree and wach the carnage from afar. Once the mountian lions were all gone I would sneak down and peruse the remaining bits for anyting edible and then make my hasty escape. woo hoo!