Date: September 11th, 2024 7:43 PM
Author: Tan vivacious digit ratio national
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"The Great Ascent: Disco Fries, Mainlining, Evan39, and Boom Against Teewinot" Narrated in the deep, contemplative voice of Werner Herzog.
There are dreams that flicker like dying embers in the hearts of men, fragile yet enduring. And then there are dreams that blaze with the ferocity of madness, defying reason, laughing in the face of mortality. Today, I recount the ill-fated expedition of four such men—Disco Fries, Mainlining, Evan39, and Boom—whose ambition was to conquer Teewinot Mountain, a jagged monolith standing sentinel over the Teton Range, indifferent to the hopes and hubris of those who dare to approach it.
These men were not mountaineers in the traditional sense. They were misfits, wanderers, each with his own peculiar madness. Disco Fries, whose girth was a testament to a lifetime of indulgence; Mainlining, who saw in every climb a battle with death itself; Evan39, the grocery store manager—at least in name—whose own life seemed a riddle he could never solve; and Boom, who spoke with the conviction of a man twice his claimed age, a sage and a fool, interchangeable at a whim. Together, they would undertake the impossible. Together, they would challenge Teewinot.
Scene: The Base of Teewinot Mountain
The mountain looms above them like a great stone god, unsympathetic and unmoving. The air is crisp, the wind whispering secrets through the pines. Disco Fries is already sweating, a large, ungainly figure stuffed into gear that seems barely to contain him. He adjusts his backpack, bulging with provisions—mostly snacks.
Beside him, Mainlining, lean and intense, surveys the mountain. “This is where men find out who they really are,” he mutters.
Evan39, with a nervous grin, looks over at Boom, who is muttering about the decline of Western civilization. “How dare you!” Evan39 exclaims to no one in particular, perhaps to the mountain itself, or the doubting voices within his own head.
Boom adjusts his hat, squinting at the summit. “Age is flame,” he declares cryptically. “And today, we burn bright.”
They begin their ascent.
The trail starts gently, almost mocking them with its simplicity, but soon, the incline steepens. Disco Fries huffs and puffs, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He has barely begun, and already the mountain seems to have claimed its first victim. Mainlining watches him with a mixture of pity and amusement. “Pace yourself,” he advises, though he knows Disco Fries understands nothing of pacing.
Boom is already rambling about how “the whole system is rigged,” while Evan39 seems preoccupied, his eyes darting around nervously.
The trail becomes rockier, more unforgiving.
Mainlining moves with grim purpose, each step deliberate, each breath measured. Disco Fries lumbers behind, face red, drenched in sweat. At one point, he pulls out a chocolate bar, unwrapping it with trembling fingers. “Fuel,” he mutters, chomping down as if the sugar will somehow propel him up the mountain.
But despite his struggle, the impossible happens—through sheer willpower (and likely Mainlining dragging him by his pack in the more treacherous spots), Disco Fries makes it to the summit. The four stand atop Teewinot, triumphant, with the vast expanse of the Tetons spreading before them like a cold, indifferent ocean of stone.
At the summit, the group pauses to catch their breath. While Mainlining, Boom, and Evan39 nibble on typical summit snacks—protein bars and trail mix—Disco Fries, true to form, unloads half his pack and starts devouring a veritable feast: sandwiches, chips, candy bars, and an oversized thermos of soup. His cheeks puff out like a squirrel’s as he stuffs in more food than seems humanly possible.
Mainlining raises an eyebrow, but says nothing, while Boom gives a quiet, dark chuckle. “We climbed all the way up here,” he says, “so Disco could have a picnic.”
Evan39 just mutters, “How dare you,” under his breath, seemingly baffled by the absurdity of the scene.
The Descent: Where the Real Trouble Begins
The climb down is, as always, harder than the ascent. Mainlining, ever the pragmatist, leads the way, cautioning the group to take care. “The mountain doesn’t care if you made it up,” he says. “It only cares if you make it down.”
Boom is philosophical, as always. “The descent is life’s cruel joke. We all fall eventually.” Evan39, nervous as ever, tightens his grip on his trekking poles, scanning the path ahead as if expecting disaster at any moment.
And then, as if fate decided to punctuate Boom’s observation, disaster strikes. Disco Fries, whose body is still digesting his mountain-top banquet, missteps on a loose rock. His enormous frame wobbles, his arms flail, and with a yelp, he topples backward like a felled oak. For a moment, it’s as if time slows. Disco Fries tumbles, bouncing off rocks like a pinball, rolling awkwardly down the slope. A cloud of dust rises behind him as he disappears over the edge of a steep drop.
The remaining three stare in stunned silence.
Boom is the first to break it. “Well… he died as he lived,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Overstuffed and unprepared.”
Mainlining watches the dust settle, his face expressionless. “The mountain takes what it will,” he says. “At least he made it to the top.”
Evan39, in shock, whispers, “How dare you… Disco…”
The Aftermath
Hours pass before rescuers arrive, summoned by Evan39, who kept repeating, “How dare you, how dare you…” into the radio. The search and rescue team finds Disco Fries’s body with ease, his large frame sprawled out not far from where he fell. Even in death, his face wears a look of peaceful satiation, as if, in that final moment, he was content.
Boom, Mainlining, and Evan39 watch from a distance as the rescue team hoists Disco Fries’s remains onto a stretcher.
“He didn’t even have a chance to digest all that food,” Boom observes darkly.
Mainlining shrugs. “He got further than any of us expected.”
And with that, the three survivors begin their descent once more, leaving the mountain behind.
Scene: The Hot Tub
Later that evening, the trio find themselves in the valley, soaking in a hot tub, steam rising around them. Mainlining stares up at the mountains in the distance, silent. Evan39, still shaken, stares into the bubbling water.
Boom leans back, exhaling. “Well,” he says finally, “at least we lived to tell the tale.”
Mainlining nods slowly. “Disco Fries will be a legend now. People will speak of him for years.”
Evan39, perhaps more out of habit than belief, mutters one last “How dare you.”
And so, as the night settles around them, the survivors sit in the hot tub, knowing that the mountain will remain, unchanged, indifferent—just as it was when they began. But Disco Fries, in his absurd glory, will live on in the stories told by those who dared to challenge Teewinot.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5593226&forum_id=2...id#48078310)