<strong>Your Cubicle<br/>C-130 Hercules Airplane, Designation [REDACTED]<br/>Somewhere Over Antarctica</strong><br/><br/>Through the ever present roar of the engines, you can hear the superstructure of the plane groaning as it's tossed about by the vicious Antarctic winds.  The turbulence was getting worse.  The aircraft begins to shake violently, jostling up and down like a beast possessed.  A particularly sharp jolt threw Harper away from the wall where she stood and onto the cot behind her.  Fortunately, a clump of blankets prevented her head from hitting one of the reinforcing steel bars that lined the room.<br/><br/>Through the poorly insulated walls of your cabin, you hear the roar of the engine and the shriek of the wind growing louder.  Despite the din, you hear a distant rumble as something inside the airplane breaks loose from its straps.  Without warning, the plane drops out from beneath you, and then rises back up just as quickly, threatening to throw you to the floor.  Somewhere nearby, a woman screams.<br/><br/>"Three thousand meters and descending.  We're almost there, people," the pilot says in English, and just English, with no further translations.<br/><br/>After the crackle of the COM faded, an incredible and sudden shriek tore through the aircraft.  The engine's roar, deep and rough, began to ramp up in pitch, becoming a smooth high-pitched whine like nails on a frozen chalkboard.  The shift was slow at first, but accelerated at an alarming pace.  When it seemed the engine couldn't get any louder or more shrill, there was a flicker of immense heat, and then it all vanished, leaving nothing but the howling wind and numbing cold.  It was then that the floor dropped out from beneath your feet, and never came back.<br/><br/>The din of the wounded engine had been nothing compared to the sudden clamor that assaulted you as you fell.  Roaring,   The sound was a physical thing, attacking and beating you with its sheer volume.  It threw you about in freefall, hurling you around the room like a doll in a box, shaken ferociously by an angry child.<br/><br/>After a moment that seemed to last for hours, the barrage fades  You would enjoy a moment of peace as you hung weightless in the air amid the twisting blankets, your cubicle twisting slowly around you as you plummeted unhindered through the blizzard.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/>Alert!  The next<strong>EVENT</strong>will occur 20130325!  Make sure your posts are up by then or else [REDACTED]!