Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170603204216/@comment-30700719-20170813175850

The town below seemed quite festive, for this time of year. I gently sank towards the ground, blasting along the streets. The wash of the aircraft moving through the air sent carts and stalls flying forwards, and the exhaust tossed them right back. Whooping with adrenaline, I yanked the joystick to the right, spinning through the air like a drunken bastard. I glanced upwards, and saw what seemed like a white Hellhound. Time slowed down, and I thought to myself,  Is that even a Hellhound?  Suddenly, time went back to normal, and I hurriedly pulled up. "What just happened?" Before I had even time to think, a small red light started to blink in the cockpit. "Flaps not working? Oh, great. Fuel leaking? Even better. Well, I guess I'll spend some time in this town; that is, if I can at least walk away from the landing!" I screamed, half excitement and half terror as I fought with the controls. "Why doesn't this place have a landing strip?!"  I looked around. The thing was starting to whine as some hidden mechanism in the engine became obstructed. Sighing, I jerkily forced the controls towards a small lake, about a kilometre or two from the town.