I woke up in a hideously uncomfortable vertical position, tied to the billboard. Half of my view was obscured by a blonde wig. The rest of my view was of buildings, stormy clouds and the icy ground far below.
"Awgh, come on!"
I coughed out, trying to shake the dratted wig off my head.
Far off in the distance, I saw a glint of purple-tinted binoculars. I heard Captain shout something towards me that sounded like "IZ ZAT BETTER?"
"G-Damn you!" I swore under my breath, forcefully trying to wiggle out of my bonds, but lets just say this was a horrible idea. My wiggling had not broken the ropes, but in fact had caused the billboard's rusty beam supports to come apart.
Then, the whole structure started to collapse. With a dreadful screech, the billboard, along with my person, detached itself from the metal framework and plummeted downwards.
I lost count of how many times up became down as the billboard flipped and flopped, falling, catching on numerous balconies, twisting, shaking and losing jagged pieces of metal and plastic.