@theanimal
When I was younger I once worked on a roof with another guy and we were tasked with painting the old metal roof with new silver paint. This guy would continuously paint all around him in a circle until he had a small spot unpainted around his feet and then he would jump from there to an unpainted section. It reminded me of a cartoon of painting yourself into a corner or cutting the branch that you are sitting on.
I was like "hey man, don't do that because if you step in that paint it's over" and he was like "no man, I got this, ain't nobody falling off a roof today".
O.K., back to work until I heard a scream and I turned to see this guy hurtling down the roof in the fresh paint. As he slid past me I managed to grab his hair, he had shoulder length hair, and yanked him trying to get him stopped but his hair ripped out of his head so I was left with a clump of hair in my fist as I watched him plummet off the edge of the roof. I'll give him credit as he tried to stick a landing but all he managed to do was land face first on the ground. He broke both wrists, his nose, and screwed up both knees, along with facial cuts and missing hair.
I've never fallen off of a roof but I once fell off of a cliff. In my defense the ground gave way underneath me on the edge and in an instant I was ass over teakettle falling down the embankment. I vividly remember having absolutely no control until I reached the bottom, about 60 feet.The only thing that saved me was that it was mainly dirt and it wasn't a true 90 degrees and I was able to hit something the entire way down. When I finally stopped I looked up from whence I had fallen only to see a small rock hit me in the forehead. Fuck that hurt.
What makes this story even better is that the reason I was standing on the cliff edge is because we (the rescue team) were looking for a lost hunter experiencing chest pains. So I cleaned the blood from my face, put my smashed glasses in a pocket, reassured my partner I was alright, and continued the search. Another team found him, but they rushed me over because they needed to extract him with rope and I was the rope guy. By this time my forehead is ugly swollen but we got the job done and got him out of the woods. That night my head was killing me and I started poking around on the wound and I felt something and it was a piece of rock under my skin. Once I pulled that out it started feeling better. No stitches and it healed up fine.
I don't know if there is a lesson to these stories other than gravity doesn't take a break.

Oh, and these lanyard systems need a little forethought if they are to be effective. Sounds like you have that covered.
@Jacob
Oh my god, the little figure with boils covering them was killing me. It really shouldn't have been that funny. I don't know what it says about me that I found that hilarious.
