I have a strong theory that Kris Nova, the troon that went flying off the side of the mountain may not have been alone on the day of their death. Think about it; why would anyone go mountain climbing alone? Especially when they were just palling up with Elliot.
I think this is what happened.
>Kris Nova joins LFJ to go "Trailmix Femme" mountain climbing as a way of celebrating taking down Kiwifarms
>In actuality Null just tripped over the power cable and is lying on the ground screaming "Nigger" for hours until the pain subsides and he plugs the Sneed-Machine back in.
>They mountain climb either way.
>Elliot and Kris actually do have equipment
>Elliot, not wanting to be outdone and always wearing his creepy hiking boots manages to climb up faster that Kris Nova
>Kris Nova warns Elliot to slow down
>In actuality it's Elliot that fell
>However due to them Tandem climbing, their ropes are connected at a junction point
>They fall to the end of the bungie rope, Elliot's gigaton head smashing into Kris's chest
>Kris's sternum and ribs are obliterated, implants pop and deflate, sending all saline solution in his boobs to his gunt
>Gunt doubles in size, giving beer belly, boobs become mantittier
>At the end of the rope they both hang halfway down the mountain and for a brief second they feel as if they are safe.
>Kris is injured and needs immediate help, but just happy to be alive
>Before they can enjoy their new lease on life, Elliot's Tungsten skull breaks the ledge it was caught on and they plummet downwards instantaneously.
>Kris is instantly rocketed, the safety harness becoming a makeshift pully railgun once Elliot becomes what he has always been
>A FUCKING COUNTERWEIGHT
>Kris shrieks in horror as he is sent flying out of his harness at Mach-3 once Elliot's head reaches the ground at max velocity.
>The sheer speed of Kris flying upwards burns the hair on the top of his head clean off, leaving him smooth as an egg above the ears.
>Kris is slingshot into the stratosphere where he sees the curvature of the earth
>Comes back down, shrieking and whamming the air out of himself on the ground harder than anyone has ever whammed before from re-entry.
>Real Woman hiking sees Kris land and goes to see if he's okay
>Kris lies there bald, with a perfect bloody-nose goatee, a newly fangled beer-gut, and every bone broken
>The trauma to their solar plexus makes it so they can only let out the deepest, burliest, and manliest "HOOOOOOH" "HOOOAAAAH" noises as he tries to catch his breath
>Concerned real woman rushes over to see what looks like a bloody, battered Ron Jeremy dying on the trail.
>As Kris' soul fades from this mortal coil he hears the last words he'll ever hear come from the concerned real woman
>"SIR!? Oh my god! SIR!? Are you okay!? Don't die on me, i'm calling 911 for you right now, SIR!!"
Elliot would have been long gone by the time Kris Nova went airborne. It's really the perfect crime.