Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30160565-20180530020936/@comment-30700719-20180603153651

I bank back to the left, looking down at the terrain. "Is that candy?" I lose a little altitude, barely above the ground. "Huh...this is interesting." I swing the nose back up, pointing it directly at the sky then cutting the throttle. The Rauser hangs in the air for a few seconds before plummeting backwards. At the last second, the rocket engine flares up one more time, bringing the Rauser to a dead stop as the landing gear extends out, landing in the peculiar fashion that all tailsitter aircraft employed.

I slid open the cockpit canopy and leaped out, stretching my arms and legs. "Alright, now what's this..." I got down on one knee to examine some grass. "Huh. It's like candy." Standing up, my legs carried me over to a nearby tree. "Yep, more candy...and if the environment's fashioned like this, then there are two conclusions: all fauna in this region are dead, due to the high amount of sugar in their would-be diet, or they would adapt to it." I rip out a clump of candy grass and fabricate a lighter, setting fire to the grass. "Geez...guess it's a good thing there's no organic matter here to decompose. A strong enough heat would turn into a wildfire..."