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You, sir, are not like the other gamers. You’re a go-getter, a guy of action, a spring-loaded beast ready to kick ass and chew cilantro. What you need is an escape from monotony, and it’s been stolen from the toppest of secret areas. That’s right, baby. Tall points, no quills, no pillows. Look at that, it’s just two handles and a fighter jet engine. Virtually nothing to stop you from getting bucked off and faceplanting.
Though the science team was kind enough to add headlights, taillights, VTOL nozzles, RCS-tipped winglets, and a gaggle of heat-seekers while they binge-watched ProjectMelody. Then again, they still are responsible for locking you down here as part of a study on how the human brain works as it frantically searches for an escape from a seemingly-infinite group of corridors, lightning bars, and nerds…
Break their halls like this hoverbike broke online multiplayer.
wtf bro I didn't attack you