*Attached is a video file. The camera is placed far back, manned by an invisible camera worker. In frame is a ramp. Describing it thus is a disservice though. The decline of the ramp is gargantuan, at least 10 stories tall. Down the middle of the ramp, is a single set of metal handrails, and at the top, Zillan Blaidd stands, hair tied up. They look to the camera as it zooms in on them, untie their long, long hair, and shake it loose. And then they, and their board, jump up and onto the rails. They grind down the rails, accelerating at a downright abnormal rate, FAR beyond terminal velocity. Sparks begin to fly. The rails start to melt behind them into molten, red steel. They reach the bottom, curve back upwards to the other side of the ramp, and are fired into the air like a raingun. And they start to spin. One rotation. Two rotations. Three. Four. They spin, and spin, and spin, Nine. Ten. Fourteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. And just as they reach the peak of their great ascension, Eighteen. A true 6480. They look at the camera, gravity seeming to pause. And they give one expression. 😎🤘🛹 And then the video ends.*




