Frequent Fliers and Horse Meat

The day started off awesomely, some dude from California came to our pad and immediately began to grovel before me. In between praises he told me that some guys from L.A. killed Famine's horse, and they're trying to destroy the exploded horse chunks. Radical. Anyway, some dudes from Sacramento stole one of the 'splody bits, and the L.A. guys wanted us to go get it.

We were totally done with catching rides on planes, so we just bought our own airline service. Unfortunately, some vengeful god hates our capacity for air travel, because he totally trashed ANOTHER plane. This time it was drones again, with some rad dragon-drone leading the pack. We kicked their asses, it looked totally cool, and I pulled a gnarly kickflip over the plane while we were falling.