<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/VP7b52K.jpg)</div>You slip into white puffy clouds, hurtling toward the famed City of Feasts of the mortal plane. Your comet careens high above the land as it arcs through the atmosphere, cutting through it but not crashing you hope. You were promised the ride would take you close enough above the city to be safe for you to let go and glide safely down to the ground. You traded your tush for a discount, and your ass doesn't feel sore anymore by now, but as the ride gets rough you begin to realize you got exactly what you paid for.<br/><br/>The clouds parted, and you see the city already a mile behind you. The ground below zooms by at intense speed, and every second you linger takes you further and further away from the city. The hills around the city start getting closer, turning into high mountains now.<br/><br/>The comet now begins to putter, and suddenly it's dropping - it shouldn't be dropping! It's heading straight for a mountainside forcing you to let go and fly your ass away, though you're going way too fast to stop. You thankfully miss the mountain, but now you're gliding down its slope at high speed straight towards a tower in the distance!