Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30225761-20170220075001/@comment-30700719-20170304045309

"I wanted a song! Why is no song?" I say to ICARUS, holding up my PDA.  "Okay, fine." I look around and breathe deeply, the fresh air filling my lungs. I smile as I say, "I'm nearly home, now..." almost as if the sky was a person. I throw my hands in the air.  "Oh. That might be a problem for Harold and his gang, they probably can't cope with the thin air, low pressure and cold temperatures of high altitude. Man, now I'm glad they had me flying over mountains in an Aviatik! You get used to that, you can take anything!"