This is a video of some crazy Ruskie (redundant, I know) base jumper whose parachute fails to open and he plummets 393-feet into the snow below at full-speed. He survives though, so you can totally watch it without feeling bad. Those "pennies a day to feed a starving kid" ads? Not so much. "What about those Sarah McLachlan ASPCA commercials?" *spiraling depression*
He probably crashed at about 106 miles per hour (170km/h) but, miraculously, survived the fall thanks to the powdered snow below. All while his friend watched in disbelief, incapable of saying anything else but "pizdets"--which is roughly equivalent to "f***ed", according to one of our Russian-speaking readers.
The man broke his legs, pelvis, and some vertebrae.
And that, my friends, is exactly why I'm not a base-jumper. That, and I'm afraid of heights. And parachutes. And, since we're being honest, I don't really like jumping either. If I get drunk enough you might be able to get me to do a cannonball off the diving board, but that's it. "The high dive?" Only at gunpoint.
Hit the jump for the video.
Thanks to Marty, who doesn't even play hopscotch he's so afraid of jumping. He doesn't skip either although I have seen him gallop.