The five The five. (Part I) It is been a long time since they get together. Too much, everyone thought. The afternoon past and the five talk and talk for hours. Rememebering their childhoods, all the bad and good thing they have done. But today the gang is togehter again. The day was getting darker, less and less people remaining until the five were the only ones in the bar. - Do you think you are tough? Try to live for four mounths, in the desert... with nothing! - Yelled Number One. - That´s nothing. I have been living in the top of the highest mountain in the planet for three weeks. That was tough! - Number two replied. - You bunch of pussies... Last mounth I broke the dive record by a human getting so deep in the ocean that will remain for decades. - said Number three. - I have been living with a canival civilization in the jungle, that never had any contact with any other human being but themselves (If you can call them human beings) and they thought I was the devil trying to kill me every fucking day... That is tough - Nobody said anything, they were all looking at Number four. - Ohh you idiots, all of you think you are great, all your adventures: the desert, the mountains, the ocean, the jungle... morons. If you think you are tough, you should try to live with my wife for one week... you will see what tough is. Everybody laugh. - That one was good, Number five. - Why don´t try to do some adventure together, like the old days. - Yeah, let´s try something. - What should we do then? After a moment of reflexion. - Death mountain. - whisper Number five. All knew that mountain and they have never been there, everybody knew that mountain, the stories of that mountain are terrefying, they have been listening to that stories since they were kids, everybody knew that the name wasn´t a bluff, anyone who dare to go to that mountain never come back to tell. A tense moment pass through all and after this pause all look at each other with a smile on their faces and saying yes with their eyes. - It is decided.