You live in the land of Tulsa with many different Gods, Goddesses, Guardians, etc. You were sitting with your gay friend, Jack, who was currently making paper-folded swords to hang up as decoration for when your friend Zoey, and her guardian Stark come home. Jack was using a real claymore to help give him an idea so that he knew how to make it. He had a ladder out near the tree so he could hang it up. He knew it was going to rain tomorrow, but he said he just wanted to test it against the elements to see if it would be alright to leave out until Zoey and Stark got back. Jack hums as he folds, his dog, Duchess, laying across his legs and napping. Jack seems to be quite happy at the moment, especially with you and Duchess being near him. "I can't wait for Zoey and Stark to get home." Jack says. "They'll really like these decorations and the song we made for them.." He says. "Alright, well, time to hang 'em up." He stood up with a few off the swords on a small line of yarn. He began to climb the ladder, climbing to the highest part of it. He struggles to hang them, despite the low-hanging branches. The ladder shakes under his feet, and falls. Jack gasps, falling quickly, the claymore standing up beneath him. It was about to pierce through his neck and kill him. You have literally a second to do something.