I used to think wins were about money… until I realized my last loss was the real payout. At 2 a.m., I wasn’t flying for points — I was learning to read the sky. Turns out, ‘avator tricks’ are just recursion with caffeine and existential dread. Join me? Drop your telemetry logs, not screenshots. This isn’t gaming. It’s flight design. (Also: if you cried after your first win… we’re already friends.)