Got stuck in an urban rooftop world of fancy restaurants and clubs. After being chased out of the first one for smearing an expanding pile of ketchup, I went looking for a way down. People were ricocheting on the tops of bay windows. I found several other ways down, that all were unsatisfactory: Stairs that ended, chutes that got smaller, tiny pedals that snapped when I stepped on them. I sat down, exhausted. A jovial man chatted with me and then jumped, plummiting to his death...though he dissipated before landing.