With the first preview of Yogsimulated 2 last month, I kept things simple. Revealing the start of the introduction to this video the Yogscast are filming in the new and improved simulation of Bristol. With this second preview, the first race has begun, as each of the four teams heads to a specific location in a vehicle. At that location, they swap to a second which they then take to Queen Square. The excerpt featured here follows Hat Films as they arrive at the airport to find no ordinary flying vehicle.

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These were jetpacks, standing on the footholds that they’d need to use. The jets to the outside of the frame, with the controls underneath them on the handholds running perpendicular to the frame. Chest and groin straps would make sure they didn’t fall out of them.

“Oh, come on!” Trott exclaimed when he’d got a good look at them, too. “These are the slowest air vehicles they could have possibly given us!”

“Can you blame them?” Smith said. “We had an absolute beast to get here. Only makes sense to slow us down for the rest of race.”

“But I wanted more speed!”

“Well, try and get all you can from this thing.”

“Oh, fine. I’ll race you over there!”

Before Smith could say anything else, Trott had already started strapping himself to one of the jetpacks.

“We are meant to be a team, you know,” Ross stated, as he also started strapping himself to one of the jetpacks.

“Yeah, but as long as none of us gets lost, we’ll still be there first. So we can have a race between ourselves, too!”

“No headstarts!” Smith chided. “Wait until we’re all ready to go.”

“Hurry it up, then!”

Once Ross had finished with his own straps, he took hold of the controls. Looking between them, he noted the buttons would activate the jets. Small movements back and forth on the holds swivelled the jets for greater air control.

Once Smith had also confirmed he had strapped himself in, the three set up communications between them, then started the countdown.

On go, Ross pressed the buttons all the way down. He could hear the jets firing themselves up. For a few seconds, the frame simply shook. It made a dangerous wobble which made Ross look down to see he had left the ground. Waiting a second, he tilted the handholds forward. He started moving forward along with carrying his upward trajectory.

But, no matter how much he might love the feeling of flying like this, he had to admit it was slow.

Trott, somehow, had roared ahead.

“Hey!” Smith shouted. “How’d you get so fast?”

“Get it out of stable mode! Find the switch!”

Ross looked down to the handholds again while exploring them with his fingers. Unable to find a switch, he let the handholds return to their default position. One of his fingers ran over an indent he hadn’t felt there before. Amazed he was still in the air, he ran a finger along that indent, just about feeling something travel with it for a second.

Immediately, the jets powered up more, giving him a quick jolt of surprise as he shot skyward. Smith exclaimed with a “fuck!” as he too found the switch.

The handholds no longer moved. This would fully be done through his body weight. Leaning slightly forward, he started moving ahead. Leaning forward a bit more, he moved ahead even faster. He didn’t dare lean forward any more, seeing more of the ground than he really wanted.

“What if we’re in an accident and can’t get to stable mode in time?” Ross asked.

“Don’t be a baby!” Trott scolded. “Just don’t crash!”

Ross felt he’d grow confident with it quickly. If Smith had done so with the beast of a vehicle that had got them to the airport, he could do so with this.

Though was Smith growing confident quickly with the jetpack? He was about to ask, but then saw Smith also power past him.

“See you at Queen Square, baby!” Smith chided.

Ross didn’t want to let the team down.

He told himself that no matter what happened, this was a simulation. Any damage to himself wouldn’t be lasting, and if he was in a nasty crash, he could simply respawn himself as if nothing had happened.

Feeling confidence come from those words to himself, he leant further forward, going beyond a forty-five degree angle. He was amazed to find that even at such an extreme angle, he wasn’t falling down.

Or maybe he was, but the jets were countering it perfectly.

With his newfound speed, he felt confident he would be joining Smith and Trott as the first team to Queen Square.

How could they not be?