The Drunken Man

[Ford 1996]

Vane Vallero stumbles around within a forest during the night, an inordinate amount of pine tree around, vexing him even more as he continuously bumps into some of them, "Can't be a lord?!" He shouts, gripping a bottle of whiskey. "Who th' fawk does he think 'e is, commanding' me around like I'm some damned peasant!" Vane takes another swig of the whiskey and throws the bottle towards the ground, his eyes muddled with rage. He watches the bottle shatter into infinitesimal pieces, a few of them actually being large. Vane continues walking around, deeper into the forest and tears begin to streak his tanned face. "Who the fawk does he think 'e is," he repeats, more softly this time, "He can't do 'nythin'..." Vane stumbles forwards again and bumps into a tree. Today was certainly not his day, and some tree wouldn't ruin it even more for the drunken fool. Vane breathes through his teeth, throwing punches at the tree. He begins to shout out at the moon while still punching the oak. Vane suddenly grips his fist in pain, blood dripping off into the ground, so instead he begins kicking the oak. Above, a loose, heavy tree branch begins to break off, Vane's kicking loosening it even more. Vane stops kicking the tree, his leg beginning to feel sore. He looks up at the branches and watches in horror as a large branch falls towards him. Vane attempts to jump out of the way, but it was too late, the branch trapping his leg under its weight. Vane kicks at the tree branch, attempting to get it off of him, but to no avail. "HELP," he shouts, "I'M STUCK!" Ford continues yelling, hoping for someone to hear him.

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