In 2011, he jumped out of a helicopter in China and, for a Chinese TV audience estimated in the hundreds of millions, flew through a 100-foot-wide natural arch in the side of Heaven’s Gate Mountain. I’ve been on jumps with cops and drug dealers, investment bankers, military guys—it’s a crazy, eclectic group, and Jeb fit right in.

For the first time, though, he was enjoying life—all these ways he’d envisioned killing himself suddenly became paths to fulfillment. He loves rock music, plays bass guitar and has been writing lyrics for rock songs for most of his adult life. I was setting these little fire walls, trying to burn in front of it, trying to stop it from eating me alive. Corliss had not yet honed his judgment through two decades as the international face of professional BASE jumping—of seemingly crazy leaps from the world’s tallest bridges and skyscrapers, violent deaths of fellow jumpers, and gruesome injuries of his own.

They saw all their favorite spots from their adventures and all the wonderful things that they had seen along the way. In the process, tapping away at a laptop, he had come to suspect that he suffered from some kind of mental illness; he could think of no other explanation for the disturbing thought patterns he’d had since childhood, much less the peculiar use he’d made of adulthood. He knew precisely how dangerous BASE jumping was but figured that, as he put it, “If I die in the process of trying to work on my mind, and trying to fix the damage that’s going to kill me anyway, that’s an OK way to die, right? As a result, it has been extensively explored and colonized by public and private organizations and corporations. The helplessness and not being able to move and having really small creatures chew on you is…” He paused.

I accidentially nerd sniped myself trying to figure out how long it would take to sing " n bottles of beer on the wall" before I realized I could just approximate. Once he landed, Corliss looked back up to watch his friend Roland “Slim” Simpson leap from the same building, open his parachute, crash into an adjacent building after the lines became tangled, and sustain fatal injuries. And we’re going to have to carry you out and probably bounce you off every rock, and it’s going to take six hours. Corliss recounted all this to me last winter while steering his big Winnebago RV northbound on Interstate 15, toward a skydiving center east of Los Angeles. Just let me know, and I'll throw it on the Google Docs page, so long as you give me credit and use your powers for good and not evil.

His family—he has two sisters­—eventually settled back in Santa Fe, where Corliss’s mother, Gigi, had grown up and still had Pueblo Indian relatives. Just a kid really, he jettisoned from the cliff and adopted the conservative prone posture of a BASE jumper who considers the act itself plenty exciting and doesn’t need to up the ante with flips and tricks. Matt Gerdes, author of The Great Book of BASE and owner of Squirrel Wingsuits, a manufacturer of BASE-jumping gear, estimates that there were only a few hundred active jumpers worldwide in 1997, when Corliss first gave it a try.

As tensions escalate and confrontation becomes inevitable, Cassidy must come up with a plan to both protect his client and permanently remove the threats to her life. Features implemented into Minecraft are NOT meant to appeal to everyone: they are meant to either appeal to a certain audience (the modding API for example) or to improve some aspect of the game.Deeply unhappy, unable to find any meaning in his own existence, Corliss was flipping channels on TV one day when he came across footage of a BASE jumper leaping from a cliff. The town itself is completely lawless, the streets made unsafe by warring cowhands from local ranches engaged in a range war, outlaws from the Hole In The Wall, and cut-throats and criminals imported by the newly arrived railroad.

Months later, Corliss jumped from a bridge near Santa Barbara and broke his foot so badly that it folded up against his ankle. The tables were empty, but staff members smiled at him like country-club workers greeting the golf pro on a rainy day—or, more accurately, employees at a strip-mall climbing gym nodding to Alex Honnold. But when his father dies suddenly before revealing his family heritage to his son, Jebs world is turned upside down. Turning into the palm-lined driveway of Skydive Perris, he rolled to a stop in the big asphalt lot and finished the waterfall story with one of his standard narrative moves: an abrupt shift from horror to reassurance that all was for the best.Hardly anyone else was doing this at the time, so Corliss became the worldwide go-to for BASE footage, earning enough to travel and jump year-round. It was in in Classic, it was in Indev, it was in Infdev, it was in alpha, it was in beta, and still is present time.