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Would you want to go take a look? If you happen to pass by in six months, be sure to give it a like.
This is the legendary airplane graveyard. The climate is dry and the terrain is hard. It won’t be marketed; it’s covered in bruises, and is specifically used to park a bunch of old airplanes. Lined up in a row, they look like a cult and a virus—more chaotic than the An Lushan Rebellion in history. Whenever there’s nothing to do, they raise flags only to be proven wrong, as frequently as getting a haircut. They send a bunch of hieroglyphic emails, like rusted parts and coins. A bunch of newcomers are forced to follow along and break their bones. Every day there are live broadcasts of dirty jokes and unpleasant music. Congratulations, you’re the 3,000th person to hear this.