Yep you can tell just how wrong its all going by watching the inevitable crowd at the end
. They stop frozen in time working out the point of impact of the cliff behind
. White eyes and teeth appear as you close in, hard on the brakes
. Grass and or yellow clay flung in your wake, hell a 185 may not even be all on the ground yet, just between bounces
.
The cunning old Meris flee first, no need to look cool
. Pekininis vanish in an instant
. The crafty old gits are already off to the side out of harms way or at the top of the bank
. That leaves the cool young bucks at the end of the Flee list
. But they only hold out for an extra long second or so
. In the last few metres the remaining brave/stupid members of the crowd split and Flee double quick time
. Estimated point of impact is behind the division in the crowd. That just leaves the careering Aircraft, the Cliff
, and the fickle finger of fate. Always ended well for me, the hard part after stopping was doing the HF call to terminate and looking miffed
at the Locals for having such little faith in my vast reserves of skill and experience
. Then off to the Dero for several SP. Keep your mouth shut
, and promise never again to stuff it up so badly again
