It is the year 2037, you are a valiant Chilean insurgent fighting against the coalition which has 'liberated' your nation as a thinly veiled attempt to control its fresh water resources.
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You are escaping across your native Patagonia, hotly chased by Haliburton-mercs on their gen-altered llamas, hopped up on cocaine and looking to bring some scalps home to mom.
Suddenly, you come to the brink of a 0.5 kilometer deep, 50m wide chasm, stretching out as far as the eye can see to the East and West.
There are no trees on either side, or rocks bigger than your fist. You have an unlimited supply of string. The bloodthirsty mercenaries are closing in.
What do you do?