On my flight from Eswatini to New Brunswick, the quaint motherland of my forefathers, I had this level and only this level saved. Entranced by the definingly “maxxormen” style of the road and structures in the first segment, I pursued on, achieving 13% after the whole plane ride. I had been so engaged by the experience I failed to notice my wife’s angry gaze as she struggled to urge me into the aisle when she got her sudden shits, a habit which I implored her to improve. Thoroughly enthused by Cityfade, but the UFO part is a bit infuriating.