I think I really fucked up my shoulder.
And my head.
I crash - fucking crash- into a skyscraper doing, like, eighty. Damn glider wings. I slap into the Banque Evergreen building like a sparrow into a window.
In good conscience I cannot recommend a personal flight device to anybody who is not at least partially invulnerable. If I wasn't all armored up and super tough I would be a bloody smear down a skyscraper right now. Don't try to fly, kids. There, that could be the motto I'm looking for.
My right arm is all tingly...
I should go to the hospital.