Itsgonnahurt.com - Aiden From Boston.mp4 ✯ [ WORKING ]

Aiden wasn’t a "stuntman" in the professional sense. He was twenty-two, worked a dead-end job at a pier, and possessed a terrifying lack of a self-preservation instinct. He leaned into the lens, his thick Boston accent cutting through the silence of the room.

"I'm... I'm still here," he wheezed, pointing a defiant finger at the machine. ItsGonnaHurt.com - Aiden From Boston.mp4

"Yo, it’s Aiden from Boston. You guys voted for the 'Slapshot Roulette.' So, here we go." Aiden wasn’t a "stuntman" in the professional sense

Aiden didn't scream. He just dropped. The camera kept rolling for three minutes—the silence of the basement only broken by the mechanical whir of the empty pitching machine. Just as the video was about to time out, Aiden’s hand appeared at the bottom of the frame, reaching for the tripod. You guys voted for the 'Slapshot Roulette

The final puck was the "money shot." In the video file that would eventually be titled Aiden From Boston.mp4 , this is the part where the comments always exploded. The machine misfired slightly, the puck rising higher than the others. It clipped the bottom of Aiden’s jaw and slammed into his collarbone. The sound was like a dry branch snapping.

He pulled his face into view. His jaw was swelling fast, and he couldn't quite open his left eye, but he held up a shaky thumbs-up.