Then, before he had a chance to decide otherwise, he was hurled back at the 'drop' falling face forward into yet another time, and another place, but with pretty much the same story all over again ... now ending up stuck on a stony plateau with a hundred mumbling idiots in a tangle of moaning and whimper.
He really wished their noise would stop, but experience had taught him this would not be any time soon.
The flying Apes kept prodding them all back from the edge. Every now and then, one would just give up and take a leap into the abyss below, but the Ape would follow, scoop them back up and deliver them to the stony ledge they were captured on, shrieking and hollering even louder than before.
It really was depressing.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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