'AAAAAAAAGH!' Tails Wailed, 'My pride and joy! It'll be wrecked. NOOOO!!!'
Tornado 3 continued to spiral down. Only water filled his view. Tails was
right- it was going to be wrecked.
Suddenly Tails thought of an idea.
'I've got it!' he exclaimed. He pressed the switch back down. The landing gear folded back in. Tails pulled with all his might at the steering wheel.
'Pull up! Pull up God dammit!!!' he screamed. Tornado 3 started its climb back up but Tails could still only see water.
'C'mon! C'mon you hunk of crap!!!' Tornado 3 was slowly righting itself.120 degrees, 115 degrees, 110 degrees, 105 degrees. Still it plummeted down and Tails looked at the altimeter. It showed 187 ft. 100 degrees, 95 degrees and..
SMASH! The plane hit the ocean with incredible force. Tails was jarred and was nearly knocked unconscious. SMASH! It hit the water again; this time Tails got whiplash and passed out.
He awoke, but what he saw was a hazy dream of brown and orange and white. He fell asleep.
When he awoke again, he noticed the orange brown and white was one of his tails, impressed into the sand in front of his eyes. Wait a minute- Sand? He managed to roll over. He looked left- there was a series of palm trees. He tilted his head more forward. There was a path leading into a jungle. He felt a tingling go up his legs. A few moments later he felt it again, only now it was up to his stomach. He looked down and saw the tide break over his tails and hands. He sat upright. He looked around. He was on an island, which, strangely enough, tails had never before encountered once when flying high above. The island was large, and as far as he could tell was surrounded by beach. He tried to get up, but winced with pain- his right wrist was sprained. He hauled himself up just on his left hand and looked into the crystal water. The sunlight shimmered gracefully along the tops of waves and then disappeared, only to resurface again moments later. He saw what looked like a piece of blue metal. His heart sank.
'Tornado!' He ran forwards into the water. There, in front and a little bit left was the familiar shape of Tornado 3.
'Oh no. How am I expected to fix it now?' he whined, 'And one of the wings is missing.' He turned and began into the jungle.
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Suddenly Tails thought of an idea.
'I've got it!' he exclaimed. He pressed the switch back down. The landing gear folded back in. Tails pulled with all his might at the steering wheel.
'Pull up! Pull up God dammit!!!' he screamed. Tornado 3 started its climb back up but Tails could still only see water.
'C'mon! C'mon you hunk of crap!!!' Tornado 3 was slowly righting itself.120 degrees, 115 degrees, 110 degrees, 105 degrees. Still it plummeted down and Tails looked at the altimeter. It showed 187 ft. 100 degrees, 95 degrees and..
SMASH! The plane hit the ocean with incredible force. Tails was jarred and was nearly knocked unconscious. SMASH! It hit the water again; this time Tails got whiplash and passed out.
He awoke, but what he saw was a hazy dream of brown and orange and white. He fell asleep.
When he awoke again, he noticed the orange brown and white was one of his tails, impressed into the sand in front of his eyes. Wait a minute- Sand? He managed to roll over. He looked left- there was a series of palm trees. He tilted his head more forward. There was a path leading into a jungle. He felt a tingling go up his legs. A few moments later he felt it again, only now it was up to his stomach. He looked down and saw the tide break over his tails and hands. He sat upright. He looked around. He was on an island, which, strangely enough, tails had never before encountered once when flying high above. The island was large, and as far as he could tell was surrounded by beach. He tried to get up, but winced with pain- his right wrist was sprained. He hauled himself up just on his left hand and looked into the crystal water. The sunlight shimmered gracefully along the tops of waves and then disappeared, only to resurface again moments later. He saw what looked like a piece of blue metal. His heart sank.
'Tornado!' He ran forwards into the water. There, in front and a little bit left was the familiar shape of Tornado 3.
'Oh no. How am I expected to fix it now?' he whined, 'And one of the wings is missing.' He turned and began into the jungle.
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