If you must die then at least it can be by your own hand. You won't give those indescribably monsterous bastards the satisfaction of doing you in.
You plant your feet at the very edge, raise you arms above your head, and fling your self awkwardly in to the air, flailing your arms and screeching loudly.  You wave you limbs about franticly as if you could slow your descent. The wind is strong and makes it hard to see how close you are to the bottom. You decide the green liquid must be some form of concentrated acid as you hit a layer of burning gases that weaken and blister your skin. Air friction opens up rips and tears all over you body leaving a red rain in reverse. The whole of your face peels of and whips back and forth connected only to the scalp.  You spy a serrated blade twice as long as your body directly beneath you and try to angle your self so that it will kill you instantly. But as the last few feet fly by you see that you have overshot and only the ends of your legs will connect with the blade. You can only hope that the shock of this or the impact of your fall be enough the spare the agony of the acid doing it's work.  You close your eyes as the surface come up to greet you when suddenly...