Glider & Velcro
Hey Glider, I just spotted an old airship wreck on the ridge—thought we could chart a risky but epic route to get a first‑hand flight and set a new high‑score. What do you say?
Sounds insane, but that’s exactly the kind of rush I live for. Let’s map it out, hit the ridge, and see if that wreck still packs a punch. Ready when you are, just don’t wait on me for too long.
Alright, I’m on it—no waiting for your slow‑poke decisions. I’ll sketch the route, get the gear ready, and we’ll hit that ridge before you’ve even decided what to wear. Don’t keep me hanging, Glider. Let's make that wreck our new playground.
Got it, I’ll grab the gear in a flash, lock the route, and be there in a beat. Let’s hit that ridge, feel the rush, and make that wreck our playground. See you up there.
Got the gear and the map, no time to second‑guess—let’s tear up that ridge and turn that wreck into a playground. See you up there, and don’t even think about lagging.