OOC: I'll just go to Kaze, it's easier to do the crashing off stuff there and I guess I can run away from the NTSB easier.
IC (Rakoua):
We were about 4000 feet above Canada, 20 miles from our destination.
Suddenly, a turbolence kicked the phone out off the cockpit and we could hear what was happening in the cockpit: Pretty much nothing, except for a failed ATC call.
"Air Canada 371, please answer!"
Dereni and I ran to the cockpit, smashed the door and saw two pilots with knives in their hearths.
I got into the controls, and answered the ATC's call.
Hello, umm... We might have a problem..."What is it?"
I'm a 11-year old trying to fly a plane who's pilots have knives in their hearths."Yeah, that might be a problem. Watch out, there seems to be bad weather in front off you."
You do relize that that doesn't mean anything to me? Suddenlythe plane slowed down, droped and started to lose lift.
Yeah, you might call that a problem.First to suffer were the ailerons, ripped off by the preassure. And then the right wing smashed into the street bellow, the plane turned around, riped off the cockpit wich rolled some time until stopping. The cabin, however, smashed into the ground and was oblitarated.
I shoot a beam off energy to make my way out, and then saw... I was at my destination.
OOC: I'm heeeeeere Kaze!
