RocketRider & Rafecat
RocketRider RocketRider
Rafecat Rafecat
RocketRider RocketRider
Hey Rafecat, ever thought about writing a book where a squadron of rogue pilots takes on a deadly air battle over a volcanic canyon, and the twist is that the map keeps changing in real time? Sounds like the kind of wild ride we both thrive on.
Rafecat Rafecat
That’s the kind of chaos I live for, a shifting map, molten rock breathing under the jets, rogue pilots dancing on the edge—let’s throw in a surprise twist that kills the reader before the last line. I’m already picturing the adrenaline, the heart‑thumping finale… let’s get to it.
RocketRider RocketRider
Alright, picture this: the last line flips the whole thing—when the squadron finally lands, we see a mirror reflection, and the pilot’s face is a stranger’s. The story was never real; it was the pilot’s own nightmare simulation, and now the readers are stuck inside it. Boom.