I went straight for it and bombed out pretty early in the run-I failed the opening tests a dozen times at least, probably way more. The flight school just outright defeated people. A totally separate kind of pain that'd leave you demoralized and wanting to spend time doing something that wouldn't make you feel this terrible. Missions before this had been difficult (shout out to 'Wrong Side of the Tracks,' you piece of shit) but this was different. Get over it.'-and how much slower they'd walk home. You could spot them from how quickly they would change the subject-'Has anyone got up to the mission with…' 'Oh my god, are you still talking about San Andreas? It's crap, man. They'd been stopped dead in their tracks by this absolute ballache of a vehicle school set way out at the rundown Verdant Meadows airstrip. You'd see the kids in school who had reached that mission, with their telltale sunken eyes and sloped shoulders.
