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Nobody else wanted to, so Dave was chosen – the man on the end. The barren field vibrated as the vehicle thundered closer. It flew up the rickety ramp and soared over the other soldiers. Dave stared in horror as the bike fell closer to the ground. He ducked down, and the whirring engines became louder. The rubbery tire brushed his cheek.
Thud.
All Dave saw was black.
He cracked his eyes open and saw the motorcycle on the ground. He looked over his body. All limbs accounted for. He took a deep breath.
"Anyone want do that again?"
He fainted.