Unprofessional Anti-Steamed Bun: "It stopped moving?!"
Galaxy Never Enters Dreams: "What happened?"
Falling Feather: "I dunno! I put on the helmet and watched the countdown, but the timer just stopped halfway through. QAQ"
Breeze: "???"
Galaxy Never Enters Dreams: "That scared the hell out of me. I hurriedly put mine on to check—thank God I was fine."
Ghostie: "That's weird. Weren't you on the same plane?"
Galaxy Never Enters Dreams: "I dunno either!! (dying laughing) (smirk)"
Falling Feather: "(furious)"
In "Wasteland OL," getting a plane into the sky wasn't news. Anyone could pull the stick and step on the pedals. Safely flying it back, now that was impressive.
At first, when everyone heard that Falling Feather had crashed another plane yet again, they didn't think much of it. Some even typed "basic operation, don't 666" for him in the public chat.
But when he said his resurrection countdown had frozen, even the players spamming 666 couldn't keep it up. The pilots in particular all came rushing out.
Everyone said they didn't believe him and demanded proof.
But that was exactly what sucked about this game. Images weren't displayed directly on the retina; they even bypassed the optic nerve and went straight to the brain.
Unless you were the helmet's owner, even other players with closed-beta access wouldn't see a thing after putting it on.
In other words, sticking a phone into the helmet to take pictures wouldn't work. Fang Chang had tried that as soon as he got his helmet.
Ye Shi: "That can't be right. Our Brother Guang might suck a little at games and be a little petty, but he's always been aboveboard. If he really banned you, he definitely wouldn't lock your resurrection cooldown. Put the helmet on again and take a look. Maybe it just froze?"