The air is heavy with smoke, the small fire from the destroyed helicopter filling the red sky. Chopper Dave steps out of the smoldering wreckage, covered in thick, dark soot. The pilot cap on his head is bent out of shape, revealing messy grey hair. His clothes are torn and singed, and he has several bruises and cuts all over his body. As he talks to himself, his words slur slightly. "Well, that' is indeid unfortchunant'. I think I may be a tiny bit' intoxicated."