Ah, the gift of flight. NOW I'm a superhero. I don't care what your powers are, if you have to take a bus, you're not super.
The fierce wind and snow of this storm yanked a couple of aircraft out of the sky. Which is odd, since we're in the middle of this godforsaken wilderness and there isn't an airport or city anywhere on the map. Anyway, I head on out to the frozen lake and find survivors who are being threatened by ice demons.
The airplane crash. Considering the plane was ripped to shreds and the people thrown into the snow and then covered by debris, it's kind of surprising to see people survived. Almost as surprising as seeing a parked ambulance (like the one to the left of the crash) in a land where there are no populated areas. Or hospitals. Or roads.
Well, it's been a long session, and it's time to wrap things up for this week. But at least I've accomplished... Hm.
Say, what did I accomplish this time around?
I abandoned my homeland and got the ability to fly. Yeah! If only there was a city around here so that people could look up and see me doing it. I don't think polar bears will be awed by this.
I'm awesome. I love flying.
Next Time: THIS IS NO ORDINARY STORM!
(SAFETY WARNING: That link to "Mighty Whitey" a couple of pages back is a link to TV Tropes. Be careful not to click on it if you don't have the time to spare. )