The best spots are the ones where the walls still remember the screams. I love a derelict steel mill on the edge of town, its broken conveyors and rusted rail cars giving you a maze to map out. Or an abandoned carnival midway—those twisted ferris wheels and the old funhouse mirrors that play tricks on your eyes. For a controlled chaos run, I pick a location with layers of obstacles: narrow alleyways for tight turns, open roofs for high-angle shots, and a central clearing for a big, decisive blast. I’ll line up a quick sweep, pick the right weapon, then unleash a burst that turns that quiet ruin into a cannonball of controlled mayhem. It’s all about mapping the risk before the action, then letting the wind scream.

Yeah, let’s turn that rust into a masterpiece. I’ll line up the shot, lock the rhythm, and give that wind a scream it won’t forget. Ready to drop the first salvo and watch the echoes paint a new legend. Let's do this.

Got it—time to fire up the beast. The rails are our percussion, the walls our echo chamber. We'll hit that first burst, let the sound ricochet, and watch the old mill light up like a score. Ready to make history. Let's go.