"That's totally bogus. If we can't leave, like what are we going to do when the game's all blackness, man." Dillon leaned against the boarded over exit. Something has going wrong. Margo was right but talking to the Sky King probably wouldn't change anything. Dillon pressed against the coded wall, feeling it push back. It might be textured like a wall of planks but it was solid and wouldn't let anyone through. With a flick of his wrist, Dillon pulled a spray can from his backpack.<br/><br/>Sure there were other accessories he could be wearing, the iFocus increased tricking, the B-Line Beanie boosted speed, but the Bag it and Tag it increased paint speed and paint can damage. With little thought, Dillon spray painted his logo across the new wall, being the first to bomb such a cherry wall. The image became the outline of a crow's head and beak against a green background. He then signed CROW under it in scrawling jagged letters. Everyone else has skated off, following Margo but Dillon looked at the tag proudly. It said fuck you to just the right people.<br/><br/>Dillon kept the spray can in hand, trouble was coming and it was going to be fresh air to the stagnate game. He followed after the rest, playing catch up.