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[babylonmuscle]

Wave! WAVE!! Are you here? Jet's gone! I woke up and... and he's just GONE!!

This place looks crummy. Is this your home? Why do you live around piles of rubble?

Oh. Um... hi, people. I'm Storm the Albatross. If this is your home, I'm sorry it's so crummy.

Gonna... gonna... gonna... gonna show youuuu

[babylonbadass]

Oh, hey. It's a green hawk flying around on a hoverboard and stopping in front of the ruined school. He looks pretty confused. He's also perusing a map, which he keeps flipping over and poking at.

He looks pretty irritable. Maybe a friendly greeting would cheer him up. Or some help with that map. Or a comment about him being an idiot. Up to you.

Look out! You're going to crash! Aah!

[imgonnaflyhigh]

There was a blue and yellow biplane flying over the city. Well, flying was a rather strong word. It was smoking and stuttering, until finally its trajectory tilted downward, and finally crashed into the remains of the campus. Fortunately, the pilot was unharmed. At least everything but his pride was unharmed.

If you ventured towards the crash site, you would surely find a teenage orange fox examining the wreckage, trying to figure out what part of his great design could have crapped out overhead.