Fliegen Jense des Codes

I used to think flight sims were about winning… turns out they’re just jazzed F-16s dreaming in turbulence poetry. No one’s chasing jackpots—they’re tracing wind currents like pilots reading altitude with their eyes closed. The 97% RTP? Nah. It’s a covenant with the sky—and your next landing isn’t about clicks, it’s about knowing. Also: if your plane doesn’t burn out… you didn’t code for dopamine. You coded for presence.

P.S. If this comment made you laugh… you’re either a pilot or just really good at pretending you understand airflows.

I used to think flight sims were about winning. Now I know they’re about surviving turbulence like a Shakespearean sonnet written in RPM. No jackpots here — just 97% real physics and one too-smooth glide pattern that makes your throttle cry. The only loot? A screenshot from your soul. Next time you take off… don’t chase rewards. Chase the horizon. (P.S. If your plane crashes… did you remember to land? Or just stare at the sky like it’s your last coffee?)