If there’s one thing Inca weather deity Illapa hates, it’s prayers. They say the moment he hears anything resembling a request, he wraps the world in a snow-white alpaca fleece and heads for the hills. Some sap has obviously been badgering him, because we haven’t seen our wingtips in forty minutes. Somewhere down there is a little mining town called Cascada Negra. If we don’t spot its flare path soon, Dorado Aviacon is going to be in the market for a new DC-3 and flight crew, and the only ones who’ll be reading this shipment of prime sim and wargame news will be centipedes and javelina. (more…)
The Flare Path: Hasn’t The Foggiest
