I flew for the first time on a plane last week and I’ve seen planes take off at the airport. It looks crazy. But being on one is totally different like holy shit. The thing just FLIES. It just… Soars… Through the sky! Like whoa man. Wtf… It’s crazy. With how much these things weigh, it’s insane to me the thing can just go up and bam, there we are, we’re flying now. Like wow… Dude crazy.
See, I think a controlled descent is more impressive. If you’re on the ground, and you want to be 5 feet in the air, but you fuck up and go 150 feet in the air instead, well…no big deal. Everybody on your plane is now screaming in fear, because it’s very noticable that their pilot is incompetant, but they ARE screaming. Because they’re alive.
But if you’re coming down, and the ground is 5 feet below you, and you fuck up and drive it 150 feet into the ground…the only people screaming are onlookers.
“OOOOH MY GODDDDDD!!! THAT PLANE JUST CRASHED AND BURST INTO A FIREBALL!!! EVERYBODYS DEAD!!! MEN! WOMEN! CHILDREN! EVEN BABIES!!! EVERYBODIES DEAD!!!”
And then the news does a report on how drunk the pilot was.
“THAT PLANE JUST CRASHED AND BURST INTO A FIREBALL!!!”
not the controlled landing that I was referring to, but I understand your comparison of the consequences.
“and the ground is 5 feet below you, and you fuck up and drive it 150 feet”
this is my favorite part of your scenario. a pilot literally less than a second from touching the ground glances out the window and thinks " well, just to make sure" and lunges forward, arms outstretched, pushing the joystick completely flat against the console hahaha.