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This is another for my list. I whipped this one together real quick. Not too happy with the way it turned out, but I really liked the idea. Anyone wanting to expand on this, feel free to do so.
CAR NAME: LABRAT
DRIVER HANDLE: #MH0122
DRIVER NAME: DWAYNE OWENS
CAR DESCRIPTION: GRUNGY TOYOTA COROLLA TERCEL, WHITE TOP WITH LIME GREEN SIDING. LIGHTLY ARMORED, WITH A ROCKET PACK ON THE LEFT SIDE OF THE FRONT BUMPER, AND A MINIGUN ON THE RIGHT SIDE. SEVERAL ROOF-MOUNTED CHAMBERS MAKE UP THE SPECIAL, FIRING A RANDOM CHAMBER UPON EACH USE.
SPECIAL: PLACEBO - A TAZER-LIKE CABLE FIRES STRAIGHT OUTWARD AND ATTACHES TO AN ENEMY UPON CONTACT. THE EFFECT IS RANDOM, RANGING ANYWHERE FROM REVERSE STEERING TO RANDOM WEAPON MISFIRE, WEAPON OR HEALTH THEFT TO VEHICLE STALLING, OR TURBO DRAIN TO CRIPLING DAMAGE.
CAR STATISTICS: SPECIAL:▀▀▀▀▀ SPEED:▀▀▀▀▀ HANDLING:▀▀▀▀ ATTACK:▀▀▀ ARMOR:▀▀ MELEE:▀▀
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I had a life once.
It wasn’t much, but it beat the hell out of this little hole.
But one day, I got a visitor. He was a peculiar man, in the most peculiar of ways. Said his name was Calypso. Sounded familiar. Now why did it sound so familiar? Think, Dwayne, think. So peculiar…
Now where was I? Ah, yes.
He told me he had a spot reserved for me in his competition. He also told me that if I won, I could have any one thing I desire. I could get an iguana! Or finally answer the long-standing question of how many raindrops have hit the earth to date. Oh, the possibilities!
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Things were intense, at first. Then the effects started to take their toll. After that, things get exhilarating.
That blow from the tank would have hurt, if I had more than a fraction of feeling left in my face.
The few times my twitching settles down enough for me to sleep, I sometimes dream of times before my imprisonment. Strapped to a steel slab, one day epinephrine, the next, something purely experimental. Then they’d lock me in a little room, and just watch.
Those were the good days, or at least the best of what I could remember. Making friends with all the pretty colors that danced before my eyes, and talking to the people in the walls. You’re rambling, Dwayne. Such a bad habit.
What’s peculiar about these memories, though, is that none of them explain how I wound up in Blackfield.
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Ah, ha! I’d done it!
It came time for me to claim my prize, or better yet, to think up one to claim.
Upon meeting Calypso, it finally occurred to me why he seemed so familiar. He told me what a success I was, and how he learned so much from my part in the competition.
Then, he shot me.
Right in the neck, with some peculiar dart. As he approached me, I started to slip into a daze. I could recall Calypso, standing outside my little box, watching, taking notes and talking to the scientists. When I came out of my box, he spoke to me.
He said…
He said…
I can’t… I don’t…
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I had a life once.
It wasn’t much, but it beat the hell out of this little hole.
But one day, I got a visitor. He seemed so familiar…
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