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.