It's not a joke, the cable broke and the mechanisms that all lifts have (despite what you see on TV and in the cinema) to prevent them falling had been sabotaged and they all plummeted to a horrible, messy (though somewhat tasty) death.
On a lighter note, orphans travelling on a bus in Transylvania, failed to make a turn on one of those windy, cliffside roads and plummeted to the canyon floor below before being engulfed in fiery explosion.
In related news, a small Wallachian provence had a recent famine broken by the appearence of a pre-cooked new meat appearing on the market.
On a more personal to myself level, I really should start being more involved with this place.
I was recently approached by someone from my hometown (via Facebook), asking if I was interested in doing artwork for a webcomic project he was doing with a friend, as he'd been given my name as a suggestion by a mutual friend. I've agreed, and was sent the backstory and character description by the two writers and am currently sat, staring at possibly the most intimidating, A4 sketchbook page of my life so far, trying to come up with some designs for the main character from the description of him.
Well, that's about it for the massive developments in my life lately. Now I work on this as much as I can before ideas run dry, boredom takes over or my course starts again and I have a shit-ton of work. (Dreading the feedback on my piss-poor performance in my coursework from before Christmas)
Oh well, peace, love and understanding to you all, and if you can't grasp that, then I hope you die a horrible death.