Earth, 2020 – Alaska

The wind howled like a wounded beast, biting at Ron's exposed skin as he stood at the edge of the cliff. Below him, the world was a blur of white and jagged shadows—trees, rocks, and endless snow. Above, the sky was a dull gray, heavy with the promise of more snow. Ron adjusted his goggles, the lenses fogging slightly from his breath. He grinned, his teeth flashing against the stark backdrop.

"Ronnie!" The voice crackled through the radio strapped to his chest. It was James, his best friend and partner-in-crime for this insane stunt. Ron tilted his head up, squinting against the glare of the helicopter blades cutting through the air. James leaned out of the side, camera in hand, giving him a thumbs-up.

"You ready, man?" James's voice was barely audible over the roar of the engine.

Ronnie smirked. "Born ready," he muttered, more to himself than to James. He adjusted his snowskate, the custom-built board strapped to his boots, and glanced back at the explosives rigged to the mountainside. This was it—the moment he'd been planning for weeks.

"Rolling in three… two… one!" James shouted.

The camera's red light blinked, and Ronnie didn't hesitate. He leapt off the cliff, the world falling away beneath him. For a split second, there was nothing but air and the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Then, the explosives detonated.

The sound was deafening, a thunderous boom that echoed across the valley. Snow and debris erupted into the air, and the mountain itself seemed to groan in protest. Ronnie didn't look back—he didn't need to. He could feel the avalanche chasing him, a roaring tidal wave of white death.

"Hell yeah!" he shouted, his voice swallowed by the chaos.

The snowskate hit the slope with a jolt, and Ronnie leaned into the descent, his body moving on instinct. Trees whipped past him, their branches clawing at the air as if trying to catch him. He swerved sharply, narrowly avoiding a fallen log, and launched himself off a natural ramp. For a moment, he was airborne, the world spinning around him.

"Hooooooh!" he cheered, his voice cracking with laughter.

Above, James was whooping into the radio, the camera capturing every twist, turn, and jump. Ronnie could almost hear his friend's commentary in his head: "Ladies and gentlemen, Ron Celton—the craziest son of a gun alive!"

The avalanche was gaining ground, a monstrous wall of snow and ice that threatened to swallow him whole. But Ronnie didn't care. This was what he lived for—the thrill, the danger, the sheer stupidity of it all. He carved through the snow like a madman, his movements fluid and precise.

By the time he reached the foot of the mountain, his lungs were burning, and his legs felt like jelly. He skidded to a stop, spraying snow in every direction, and collapsed onto his back, laughing like a maniac.

"How's that for a show?" he shouted, his voice hoarse but triumphant.

The helicopter circled overhead, James's laughter crackling through the radio. "You're insane, Ron! Absolutely insane!"

Ronnie grinned, staring up at the sky. "YOLO man, YOLO."

James's voice crackled through the radio again, sharp and excited. "Ready for another one, man?"

Ronnie pushed himself up from the snow, brushing off the icy powder clinging to his jacket. He grinned, his breath visible in the freezing air. "Hell, yeah! If I'm gonna die sooner or later, might as well enjoy all of it."

James laughed, the sound tinny through the radio. "You're crazy, man. That's why I love you."

Ronnie's grin widened as he adjusted his gloves. "Hey, remember what I said? If I'm gonna die, tell the world—"

James cut him off, his tone teasing. "Yeah, yeah, I'll tell the world you're the craziest son of a bitch alive. Got it."

Ronnie chuckled, his voice carrying over the wind. "You forgot the most important part—erase my browsing history."

"Oh, right," James replied, playing along. "Yeah, I'll do that too. Wouldn't want anyone finding out about your obsession with cat girls."

"Hey, those cat girls are cute," Ronnie shot back, his tone serious. "I'm taking notes for my next stunt."

James snorted. "Sure, buddy. Whatever helps you sleep at night. If you're done goofing off down there, let's head to the second site. Meet me at the helipad."

"On my way," Ronnie said, slinging his snowskate over his shoulder. He glanced back at the mountain, the avalanche now a distant rumble. For a moment, he let himself appreciate the sheer scale of what he'd just done. The mountain looked like it had been carved open, its snowy facade torn apart by the force of the explosion.

"Still standing," he muttered to himself, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Guess the universe isn't done with me yet."

He trudged through the snow, his boots sinking with every step. The cold was starting to seep through his layers, but he didn't mind. It was part of the experience—part of the thrill. By the time he reached the helipad, James was already there, straddling his snow bike with the engine idling.

"Took you long enough," James said, tossing Ronnie a helmet. "Thought you got lost in your own ego."

Ronnie caught the helmet with one hand and flipped him off with the other. "Funny. Real funny." He strapped the snowskate to the back of the bike and climbed on behind James.

"Hold on tight, princess," James said, revving the engine. "Wouldn't want you falling off and ruining your pretty face."

"Shut up and drive," Ronnie shot back, though he was grinning as he gripped James's shoulders.

The snow bike roared to life, kicking up a spray of snow as it shot forward. The wind bit at Ronnie's face, but he didn't care. He leaned into the speed, his heart pounding in time with the engine.

As they raced across the frozen landscape, Ronnie couldn't help but laugh. This was what he lived for—the rush, the danger, the sheer unpredictability of it all. He didn't know what the next stunt would bring, and that was the best part.

"Hey, James!" he shouted over the roar of the engine.

"What now?" James yelled back.

"If I die today, make sure they put 'He went out with a bang' on my tombstone!"

James shook his head, but Ronnie could hear the laughter in his voice. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Yeah," Ronnie said, his grin widening. "But you love me anyway."

The snow bike skidded to a stop at the top of the cliff, its engine growling like a restless beast. Ronnie hopped off, his boots crunching into the snow as he surveyed the terrain. The drop ahead was sheer, almost vertical, with a narrow ramp-like outcrop jutting out halfway down. Beyond that, another cliff waited—a gaping chasm that seemed to dare him to jump.

James's voice crackled through the radio, louder and more excited than before. "Hey, man, we've got company! The media caught up with us. You're live right now!"

Ronnie looked up, shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun. Sure enough, two helicopters hovered above—one with James hanging out the side, camera in hand, and another emblazoned with a news station logo. The reporter inside was gesturing wildly, no doubt narrating the insanity unfolding below.

Ronnie smirked. "Perfect. Just how I like it."

James's voice came through again, tinged with both excitement and nervousness. "If you make it to the other side, you're really going out with a bang this time. But, uh… you sure about this, Ron? That gap's no joke."

Ronnie adjusted his goggles and tightened the straps on his snowskate. "When have I ever backed down from a challenge?"

"Yeah, but this isn't just a challenge—it's a death wish!" James shot back.

Ronnie laughed, the sound sharp and wild against the howling wind. "Same difference."

He stepped to the edge of the cliff, the toes of his boots hanging over the void. The drop was dizzying, the ground below a blur of white and jagged rock. His heart pounded in his chest, but it wasn't fear—it was anticipation. This was what he lived for.

The radio crackled again, this time with a new voice—a reporter, her tone breathless with excitement. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're live at the scene where daredevil Ron Celton is preparing for what might be his most dangerous stunt yet. If he succeeds, it will be a feat unlike anything we've ever seen. If he fails… well, let's hope it doesn't come to that."

Ronnie glanced up at the news helicopter and gave a mock salute. "Hope you're getting my good side!"

James's voice cut in, half-laughing, half-desperate. "Ron, you're insane, you know that?"

"Yeah, I've been told," Ronnie replied, his grin widening. He took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs, and stepped back from the edge.

The world seemed to hold its breath as he crouched low, his snowskate poised on the snow. For a moment, there was nothing but silence—the kind of silence that comes before chaos.

Then, he pushed off.

The snowskate shot forward, picking up speed as he hurtled toward the edge. The wind roared in his ears, and the ground disappeared beneath him. For a split second, he was weightless, suspended in mid-air as the first cliff fell away.

The ramp came up fast, and Ronnie hit it perfectly, the impact jarring his bones. He launched into the air again, the second cliff looming in front of him like a monstrous wall. Time seemed to slow as he soared across the gap, the ground far below a blur of white and shadow.

"Come on, come on," he muttered, his eyes locked on the other side.

The snowskate hit the edge of the second cliff with a bone-rattling thud. Ronnie leaned forward, his body moving on instinct as he fought to keep his balance. For a heart-stopping moment, it felt like he might tip backward, but then the board caught, and he was sliding down the slope, the world rushing past him in a blur of speed and sound.

A cheer erupted from the radio, James's voice nearly drowned out by his own laughter. "You did it, you maniac! You actually did it!"

Ronnie skidded to a stop at the bottom, his chest heaving as he looked back at the cliffs. The news helicopter was still hovering, the reporter's voice echoing across the valley.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Ron Celton has just made history! What we've witnessed today will go down as one of the most daring stunts ever attempted!"

Ronnie grinned, his breath visible in the cold air. "Yeah," he said to no one in particular. "That'll do."

Ronnie stood at the edge of the cliff, his snowskate balanced precariously on the snow. The wind whipped around him, tugging at his jacket and goggles. For a moment, everything was still—the world holding its breath as he prepared for his next move.

Then, with a sickening crack, the snow beneath him gave way.

"Ron!" James's voice screamed through the radio, raw and desperate.

The news reporter's voice was a distant echo, drowned out by the rush of wind and the crumbling snow. Ronnie's grin never wavered as he fell, the ground rushing up to meet him.

"Don't forget, what I always said man," he said, his voice calm despite the chaos. 

Then, everything went black.

Three Days Later

The funeral was held on a crisp, clear day, the kind of weather Ronnie would've loved for one of his stunts. The small church was packed to the brim—friends, family, and countless fans who had followed his adventures online. Photos and videos of his craziest moments played on a loop on a screen at the front, accompanied by upbeat music that felt more like a celebration than a mourning.

James stood at the podium, his hands trembling as he gripped the edges. He looked out at the crowd, his eyes red and puffy, and took a deep breath.

"Ron Celton," he began, his voice cracking. "Was the craziest son of a bitch I've ever known. And I mean that in the best way possible."

A ripple of laughter spread through the room, though it was tinged with sadness.

"He never backed down from a challenge, no matter how insane it was. Whether it was jumping off a cliff, outrunning an avalanche, parkouring in a 100 story building, surviving in a winter forest or an island. and his obsession with cat girls."

The crowd erupted into laughter, and James managed a weak smile.

"He lived life on his own terms, and he made sure everyone around him lived a little louder, a little crazier, too. He was my best friend, and I'm gonna miss him every damn day."

James paused, wiping at his eyes. "But if there's one thing Ron taught me, it's that life's too short to play it safe. So, while I'm standing here, trying not to cry like an idiot, I know he's up there somewhere, probably planning his next stunt. And you know what? I hope he's having the time of his life."

He stepped down from the podium, the crowd applauding through their tears. As he made his way back to his seat, someone called out, "Don't forget to erase his browsing history!"

The room burst into laughter again, and James shook his head, a genuine smile breaking through. "Yeah, thanks for reminding"