"Fuck, I knew something was definitely going to go wrong! Avalon's Boss was right about my danger intuition—it's real! This city is indeed problematic! Big problems!"
The green "Civil Aviation" Gargoyle had already taken off urgently. As Yan Song nervously piloted the Gargoyle around the ruins of West Coker City, where the plague lingered, diving towards Bank Street, Old Qu, beside him, kept complaining:
"They shouldn't have been allowed in there in the first place!"
"What's the point of saying that now? Draw your gun and load the buckshot! Do your anti-air job! There's a group of carrion birds ahead, don't let them get close. Our current speed makes this rescue mission extremely dangerous—if we collide, we're going down.
There are no parachutes here!
Fuck!
Why hasn't any player thought to make a parachute? At least consider those poor souls who don't plan on class-changing to vampires but still want to fly!"
