Once you get inside bad weather then it’s a nightmare of continuous mishaps, and everyone is coming to race you and they stay arrogant and stay jealous of you. Then you can’t run you can’t hide. Just a chain of Sir nikle in these people should be able to get you out of it. It’s cyclical too, daily affair. And it’s a different dimension nothing works and everything is haye. Navigation thus becomes important. World turns into zombies.