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Joe shivered in the nighttime cold, alone atop the thirty story building, his angel wings fluttering in the same chill breeze that had brought on the shivering. The wings were cheap ones, ones that he had bought from the costume store the night prior. Still, Joe thought, they would help him fly where he wanted to go. The shivering subsided a bit as Joe took another swig from the large bottle of whiskey he'd brought with him. It was Evan Williams whiskey, the cheap stuff, cheap like the wings. As the whiskey burned a hole in the back of his throat, Joe stepped to the railing at the edge of the building, his tattered jeans flapping in the frigid draft.

Stupid railing, thought Joe, for stupid people. You'd have to be crazy to be up here in the first place, and moronic to fall off.

"They should take the railing away, and let the idiotic people kill themselves" Joe muttered under his breath.

Not like it would have mattered. Had there been anyone else foolish enough to be up here, his words would have been lost to the incessant wind the now howled across the rooftop, pushing around pieces of paper that had somehow made their way to this desolate island away from humanity.

The neon glow of the sign atop a neighboring building washed Joe with a radiant red light, making him seem otherworldly. The glitter on the angel wings lent to the aura, sparkling and shimmering wickedly in the neon radiance. Joe took another swig from the bottle of Evan Williams to gather his courage, and looked down, purveying the derelict streets far below him.

It was 2:47AM now, Joe noticed, looking at his watch.

No wonder there's no one about, he thought, I've been up here for hours.

It didn't seem like it had been that long of a time. Time flies when you're god. And that's what Joe felt like, so high above the tediously seething masses of humanity that populated the normally teeming streest below.

With one last look down, Joe took a few steps back from the edge. 2:58AM now, almost time. Joe gathered his senses in anticipation, and maybe a little nervousness. His eyes scanned the rooftop, searching. Suddenly, in a flurry of feathers, there it was. The raven soared across the sky, alighting on the railing a scant few feet away from Joe. It glared into Joe's eye, and they connected on a deeper level, one where words were useless. A deluge of voiceless communication passed between these two denizens of the darkness.

Abruptly, in another whirlwind of feathers, the raven was gone, lost against the blackness of the sky. A bit saddened, Joe took one last gulp from the bottle, draining it's contents into the back of his eager throat. Oh well, Joe thought, guess it's over. Tossing the bottle towards a substantial pole of similar bottles a little bit away, Joe walked towards the door that woud take him back to the seething masses. He was satisfied for one more night

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Joe shivered in the nighttime cold, alone atop the thirty story building, his angel wings fluttering in the same chill breeze that had brought on the shivering. The wings were cheap ones, ones that he had bought from the costume store the night prior. Still, Joe thought, they would help him fly where he wanted to go. The shivering subsided a bit as Joe took another swig from the large bottle of whiskey he'd brought with him. It was Evan Williams whiskey, the cheap stuff, cheap like the wings. As the whiskey burned a hole in the back of his throat, Joe stepped to the railing at the edge of the building, his tattered jeans flapping in the frigid draft.

Stupid railing, thought Joe, for stupid people. You'd have to be crazy to be up here in the first place, and moronic to fall off.

"They should take the railing away, and let the idiotic people kill themselves" Joe muttered under his breath.

Not like it would have mattered. Had there been anyone else foolish enough to be up here, his words would have been lost to the incessant wind the now howled across the rooftop, pushing around pieces of paper that had somehow made their way to this desolate island away from humanity.

The neon glow of the sign atop a neighboring building washed Joe with a radiant red light, making him seem otherworldly. The glitter on the angel wings lent to the aura, sparkling and shimmering wickedly in the neon radiance. Joe took another swig from the bottle of Evan Williams to gather his courage, and looked down, purveying the derelict streets far below him.

It was 2:47AM now, Joe noticed, looking at his watch.

No wonder there's no one about, he thought, I've been up here for hours.

It didn't seem like it had been that long of a time. Time flies when you're god. And that's what Joe felt like, so high above the tediously seething masses of humanity that populated the normally teeming streest below.

With one last look down, Joe took a few steps back from the edge. 2:58AM now, almost time. Joe gathered his senses in anticipation, and maybe a little nervousness. His eyes scanned the rooftop, searching. Suddenly, in a flurry of feathers, there it was. The raven soared across the sky, alighting on the railing a scant few feet away from Joe. It glared into Joe's eye, and they connected on a deeper level, one where words were useless. A deluge of voiceless communication passed between these two denizens of the darkness.

Abruptly, in another whirlwind of feathers, the raven was gone, lost against the blackness of the sky. A bit saddened, Joe took one last gulp from the bottle, draining it's contents into the back of his eager throat. Oh well, Joe thought, guess it's over. Tossing the bottle towards a substantial pole of similar bottles a little bit away, Joe walked towards the door that woud take him back to the seething masses. He was satisfied for one more night