DRIVE!
Secon Lap
Tail of the Dragon
Jed opened his eyes and floored it, watching a tuned Audi S4 and a BMW M3 competition rip away from the pack, while the 5 Series BMW wheel-spun into the side of Jed’s car smashing off his side mirror, then off and up the curb into a wall grind through a bus stop.
‘Whoa! Watch yourself, fool!’
Mr. Kimberly jumped out of his socks and heatbutted the roof in freight, while Jed ducked and snatched at Mr. Kimberly’s feet to grab his scorecard, before placing it on Mike’s lap.
‘wh-what?’ he said, then hit his hazard lights button. ‘I can’t fail this driving test’
‘d-driving test?!’ yelped Mr. Kimberly, while the Swift ruddered through a dangerously narrowing gap created by that ballistic BMW not even a second later. Jed stiffened up, his eyes narrowed in on the driver passing him. Jed knew about cars. He knew that the S4 and M3 were uncatchable - they were placing first and second, no questions asked - he probably wasn’t going to see the Focus ST either, and that it was only a matter of time before the other BMW driver steadied his nerves or ended up in the wall; no, he was aiming for fifth place, and that Suzuki Swift was a big problem. He quickly pulled behind the Swift, and his whole demeanor changed. It was a brand new car. The Swift was lighter than him, front-engine rear-wheel drive like him, in perfect condition, and driven by someone ambitious. Whereas whatever glorious horses his old 318iS E30 had left, had all been put out to pasture. His face sobered stern, his eyes on the Swift’s wheels as it kicked up a monsoon. He couldn’t see a thing.
Down the right side of his window read his position.
[Position: 13/16]
[Suzuki Swift Sport] [stage 1] (B)
#3 / Title --
Clan: --
HP: 189 / NM: 214
Driver: Smith / Level: --
(1m)
For a moment he held hopeful, then the Swift pulled away, and he knew he couldn’t stay on its tail. If they were both equal behind the wheel, then he couldn’t beat the Swift like this. He needed another answer. His eyes fell on the map. Ahead and to the right was a huge park, approximately (2.5) miles away.
‘Jed!’ yelled Mike, his feet up on the dash at a backwards scramble, clipboard raised in alarm at the oncoming traffic and roadworks ‘Stop the bloody car!’
‘No, Mr. Kimberly! If you saw what I just saw you’d be holding down the accelerator with your teeth!’
‘Bollocks! Let me out of here immediately!’
Jed shook his head. ‘You don’t understand. If we don’t qualify in this race, it’s game over!’
‘Race?! Game?! Oh God, you’ve lost your mind!’
He swerved the roadworks traffic light while Mike’s noise jumped up several octaves.
‘Relax! It’s still on amber!’
The road had filtered into one lane surrounded by flashing traffic cones, industrial equipment, and a steep curb to his right. Then out of nowhere the Swift pulled hard to the left and broke through the barrier scattering debris everywhere. Then Jed’s eyes widened. Just in front of him, hidden behind the Swift, was an oncoming vehicle who’d jumped the lights early.
‘No, Jed! It was a bloody red light!’
A mere mirage of faint lights trembled through the weather before his windscreen wiper brought everything into view. Jed yanked his wheel hard to the right climbing the curb to avoid a head on collision.
Mr Kimberly rushed to unlock his phone, before jed pulled back onto the road again, which bounced the phone free and about the cabin and banged his passenger glove compartment wide open. Pizzeria pamphlets scattered like pigeons, and smoke-bombed a large ashtray filled with cig stumps into Mr. Kimberly airspace while he choked and gurned in agony. The Swift had an empty, new road to drive, while Jed, separated by flashing lights and barriers, swerved in and out of oncoming vehicles, his mind in overdrive to keep his wheels from sliding out.
‘Player two!’ Biscuit lunged between them and yelled ‘yeah?!’ frightening Mike out of his shoes. ‘Where’d he come from?!’
‘When I say my side, get as far into my corner as you can and mash the cling-on button like your mum took your XBox! When I say left side, get in this geezer’s here!’
‘o-okay!’
A hard right approached, and a hand’s count of drivers broke hard and slippery into the corner. The Swift was ideally positioned over on the left, poised to scream out from that bend harder than anyone.
‘Shit, this isn’t looking good’ said Jed, muffled by Mr. Kimberly’s hysteria.
Ahead and to the right and planted at the corner of the bend, was a petrol station, and from Jed’s position it seemed the Swift couldn’t see it through the construction.
‘Player two, my side!’ The boy threw himself at the right side window and grabbed the handrail. Jed was eying the gas station, and Mike read him like an open book.
‘No…you wouldn’t dare!’
Jed tutted with an awkward, feigned outrage, ‘Of course not!’ before he switched on his right signal indicator and shook his head. ‘As if I’d forget’
He bit his bottom lip, downshifted, then turned hard into the petrol station - while his back wheels spun out and his eyes lit in fright; he wrestled to keep it from spinning into tons of petroleum and turning himself into a bomb; his wheels screeched hot and smoky under the shelter - his sneaker planted firmly into the ground and not for even a second did he raise his foot or lower his eyes - while his [Style metre] burst into a steady climb. His spoiler narrowly avoided a pump station and his front grill detonated a waste bin rampaging straight through headstrong and headlong like a bull at full throttle and clear out the back cutting the corner entirely; his [Style metre] rocketed through the roof to the top of the pack!
[Style metre: Sleepy!]
[Awake!] ~
[Fun!] ~
[Whoa!] ~
[Amazing!] ~
[Unbelievable!] ~
[Elec...] ~
[Electrifying! Pizzaboy just delivered a stuffed-crust ass whoopin’ fresh out the box cutting a slice out of that first corner earning him some badly needed breathing room on those precious, precious position changes early on]
Then the [Style Leader] flipped, and his position rapidly blinked down the list to position nine for an instant...
DRIVE LIVE! 😲🥶😨
Connections: 13,112,93
👁️ #31 (62%)
[13/16] ~
[12/16] ~
[11/16] ~
Ogre notched! [10/16] ~
Ogre notched! [9!/16]
[Style Leader: #3 Unbelievable!] ~
[Style Leader: #31 Electrifying!]
...before it blinked back one.
[9/16] ~
Ogre token lost! [10!/16]
To his left was the Swift. Square on. Their eyes sparked for what seemed to last a lifetime, when a message blinked in between them to break it up…
[Grudge match!]
[E30 vs Swift Sport] Counting bets...
Show 'em whose road this is. No mercy.
When two hearts share one mind a bridge must be burned...
...and a toll must be paid
...before the Swift’s driver reached down to change gears, then pulled away again. It was no good.
‘Shit! This is NOT looking good!’
Then the DRIVE LIVE! Updated.
[Grudge match!]
[E30: 21%][S.Sport:79%]
DRIVE LIVE! 🤨🤔😩
Connections: 13,666,632
👁️ #31 (68%)
‘Grudge match?!’ His words skimmed it open.
[Grudge match!]
Show ‘em whose road this is. No mercy.
[346,012 bets placed]
[Pot: 4, 200, 099]
[E30: 21%]: 79% split (3,318,782) [underdog bonus 25%: (696,944)]
[S.Sport: 79%]: 21% split (882,208)
Mike retched with puffed cheeks and fought to wind down his window while Jed’s eyebrows raised accordingly ‘No, no, Mr. Kimberly, no! Hold it in!’ Mike pressed the button as fast as he could but the window didn’t budge, then he projectile vomited against the glass and right back into his own face, while behind him three drivers scuffled with each other around the corner sending sparks flying and plastics loose under angry wheels. This race was quickly becoming a destruction derby, and Jed swallowed his Adum’s apple watching it through his mirror. If he hadn’t cut that corner he’d be stuck brawling at the back of the pack. Then he noticed Mike didn’t need the window anymore.
‘Whoa! Steady on, Mr. Kimberly! We’re only going…’ He glanced at his cluster that rumbled along the road, with analogue gauges and pointers that rattled around the 99mph mark, ‘...a bit over thirty five’
‘...I-I’ll try to keep it straight’ said Jed, as his eyes narrowed in on the Swift’s rear lights that streaked wispy, and flowed like water through traffic between two more racers, which forced him with gritted teeth to commit to its insane racing line or lose the rear advantage - but not until he made an exaggerated point to look into his rear and side mirrors before he indicated his intentions - he shifted up, his whole cabin rattled and shook under stress as he stuck to its bumper like a homing missile, putting his car through hell, his left ear under duress by his instructor while he clenched his gut to keep down his breakfast.
[Audi A3 30 TFSi] [stock] (C+)
#26 / Title --
Clan: --
HP: 150 / NM: 250
Driver: Hamilton / Level: --
Passenger: Nuthall
(-5m)
[10/16] ~
Ogre notched! [9!/16]
[Vauxhall Corsa E GSi] [stock] (C+)
#17 / Title --
Clan: --
HP: 150 / NM: 220
Driver: Michel / Level: --
Passenger: Boyd
Passenger: Knowles
Passenger: McGowan
(-1m)
[9/16] ~
Ogre notched! [8!/16]
[Suzuki Swift Sport] [stage 1] (B-) [Grudge!]
#3 / Title: --
Clan: --
HP: 189 / NM: 214
Driver: Smith / Level: --
(3m)
[Holy Moly number three! That ain’t no car, it’s a baby dragon, and Pizzaboy just grabbed it by the tail through these hard lines leading into the middle pack]
A face at his window, it was just a flash of pink, but someone had stepped out into the road nearly in front of him. It was enough to shock him into jolting his car away, losing him precious meters.
He practically dove out of his window - to Mike’s horror who clung to him, and was nearly pulled through the window too - swinging from his door in the opposite direction to his car with his foot into the accelerator while he yelled and hammered his horn. ‘Can’t you see the hazard lights you fucking helmet?!’
‘JEEEED!’ he pulled himself back inside windswept and squinted at the flashing lights of an oncoming ambulance in the distance that bolted down the middle of both lanes towards them. It swerved left to avoid the Swift, lining up straight in front of Jed, who tutted then snapped back to the left behind the Swift. The ambulance flew past, followed shortly after by another. He sleeved his nose and quickly shifted gears again, his eyes all over a road that suddenly turned into a long open bend. The Swift’s brake lights hadn’t lit up once, which meant he had no other choice.
‘Player two, left side!’ Biscuit threw himself towards Mike and wedged his feet into Jed’s driver’s chair. Jed bit his bottom lip and eased off the pedal as much as he thought his car capable without sliding out, all the weight on two worn outer wheels, his foot balanced on a knife’s edge - too little or too much would result in him spinning off the side of a steep bank - in the hopes he could keep to the Swift’s dangerous high-speed line. He could not. He jabbed his clutch into a deadly powerslide, while in front of him shrouded inside a Gold Volkswagen Golf billowing smoke like a chimney and blasting music loud enough to vibrate his windows, three Rastafarians grinned and flashed metallic grills as he slid around the outside facing them head on.
DRIVE LIVE! 🤔😖😵
Connections: 15,333,653
👁️ #31 (75%)
[VW Golf TSI S] [stock] (C+)
#17 / Title --
Clan: --
HP: 170 / NM: 200
Driver: Jones / Level: --
Passenger: Jones
Passenger: Williams
(-1m)
[8/16] ~
Ogre notched! [7!/16]
He rounded the corner then gently eased on the gas as the bend straightened out, then his heart fell back down into his chest. He noticed it now, beneath his position to the right of his windscreen, another icon that blinked. ‘..notches?’ It slid open.
[Belt of Giant Slaying]
Notches: ////
Ogre notch (*) overtake a vehicle with better performance
Oni notch (*) overtake a vehicle with significantly better performance
Dragon notch (*) overtake a vehicle way out of your league!
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*Maintain lead until checkered flag to slay giants and exchange notches for corresponding tokens
His eyes flashed towards the notches (////) ‘Notches? You must be joking!’
[Belt of Giant Slaying] ~
[Notches: ////]
[Ogres notched]: E30 poised to slay...
*Land Rover discovery SE
*Audi A3 30 TFSi
*Vauxhall Corsa E GSi
*VW Golf TSi
The dreaded familiar wail of sirens stung his ears, followed by distant blue lights that filled his mirrors. The police weren’t far behind. Mr. Kimberly looked over his shoulder and sighed, ‘oh, thank God!’
‘Don’t sweat them, Mr. Kimberly!’, he yelled, followed by more pronounced mirror checks before he indicated, then turned off down the wrong side of a y-shaped split in the road, head on into oncoming traffic, ‘we can lose them offroad!’
Mr. Kimberly scratched at his door and covered his eyes. The blasts of horns swooshed by, and tires screeched out of his way, before he bounced up the curb rough onto a gravel path and through an open field as umbrellas parted to the sides. It was the charity sponsored run. Then a warning message flashed!
[WARNING!] Return to designated course. Time until disqualification [0:59]
His eyes lit up! ‘Shit! Hold on tight, Biscuit!’
The park was packed with muddy pink survivors here to raise funds to fight for life, along with their friends and loved ones bobbing and waving along his path towards the finish line, surrounded by camera flashes, cheering crowds, and a rhythmically-timed car horn.
‘Stop, Jed!’ he bawled, ‘it's the bloody charity run! These are breast cancer survivors!’
'Guess I’m the only tit here then. Can't stop though Mr. Kimberly, we're on a driving test!'
The park was vast enough for him to take a moment to find his composure, and to his relief, the Swift’s lights flickered away beyond the treeline down a different road; a road swarmed from all directions with rushing lights and sirens. A strange sound effect through his speakers pulled his gaze towards the front, then he raised an eyebrow. There was a graphical icon of a leather sack that drew closer in his front window, as if it was placed digitally in the world through his screen.
‘The hell is that now?!’ he said, before he plowed right through it. The same strange sound effect played again. The beginnings of a grin escaped the corners of his mouth but did not escape the shrewd gaze of his instructor. The WARNING! Timer tinged his face red, but only lit the mania in his eyes; it was the cold tip of a hot wedge buried beneath the weight of society; an unquenchable fire ignited in his heart by the thrill of the chase and by no small measure would it be dowsed again. Jed was a street racer. And he was back. He scanned the horizon for more strange bags, but there were none, then, the [Style Leader] changed once again…
[Style Leader: #31 Electrifying!] ~
[Style Leader: #3 Straight Baller!]
[STRAIGHT BALLER! Lock up your daughters, ladies and gentlemen! It’s the law vs the LINE! Driver three is blazing up the court dunking all over those boys in blue, teabags and all]
Jed tutted and shook his head. His Hard Serpent bobblehead thrashed violently on his dash, and he quickly snatched the cigarette from its gob. It’s hand automatically raised and became a lit flame. He held his cig there a moment before bringing it to his mouth for an extra long drag. Smoke filled his screen, to Jed’s boisterous relief! Mr. Kimberly, the very portrait of misery and despair, slowly twitched his mug towards Jed for several bitter moments, then Jed said,
‘You never know. Could be my last’
Mike’s chin quivered into a blubbering mess, while Jed sat there staring right back at him, grinning like an idiot, thoroughly enjoying his cigarette at 101mph down a dirt path, surrounded by crowds of angry runners and rowdy dog walkers. His eyes fell heavy on the position counter again. He emptied his lungs all over his window and muttered ‘Come on, change already’, and change it did.
[WARNING!] Return to designated course. Time until disqualification [0:31]
[7/16] ~
[8/16] ~
[9/16] ~
[10/16] ~
Ogre Token Lost! [11/16] ~
Ogre Token Lost! [12!/16]
Ogre Token Lost!
Ogre Token Lost!
‘...fuck, that’s not what I meant’
The rest of the track was nothing but long stretches of wide open linkway, and he was in twelvth position in quite possibly the slowest vehicle in the top ten.
‘Jed!’ shrieked Mr. Kimberly, ‘Eyes forward! That’s a forest!’
‘Aye, I used to walk my dog this way’
‘That’s not the prob-- Don’t tell me you’re driving through it?!’
Jed turned to him and feigned a sheepish smirk that barely masked a crazed look in his eyes, before the cabin went dark and noisy, battered by branches and bushes, only the rough of his chin visible under the smolder of a cigarette. Mike cried and begged, while the crack in his front window forked like lightning across to the other side with every hit and whack and bump, but somehow managed to hold together. His wheels ruddered enough to damage his suspension and wheel bearings; their heads were thrown about the place, when he indicated, and yelled ‘Player two, my side!’ then banked to the right into a dirt path, window wiping the foliage from his screen. He took another deep drag and strained to see through the smoke vented from his nostrils.
[WARNING!] Return to designated course. Time until disqualification [0:11]
[12/16] ~
[13/16] ~
[14/16] ~
[15!/16]
It was a dark dense earthen tunnel encased by a green canopy, and at the end, as Mike put it, ‘I can see the light’
His heart raced in sync with the flash of every merciless second counted down, then his whole screen flared red, and a message appeared at the bottom right.
[Engine overheated]
[E30 mastery available: activate?]
[yes] [no]
He spared it but a second of his time and an iota of concern, while he puffed manically through his teeth wild eyed; his leathery hands creaking around the wheel, then he yanked his handbrake and threw it deep into a slide and out into the open road.
[WARNING!] Return to designated course. Time until disqualification [0:03]
[15/16] ~
[14/16] ~
[13/16] ~
[12/16] ~
[11/16] ~
[10/16] ~
Ogre notched! [9/16]~
Ogre notched! [8/16] ~
Ogre notched! [7/16] ~
Ogre notched! [6/16] ~
~Ogre striked! [5!/16]
Ogre notched!
[Style Metre: Electrifying!]
[Straight Baller!] ~
[The... ~
The radio exploded with noise while Jed yelled out loud banging his dash and crowing like a madman.
[The ONE has returned! Keep those fannies glued to your seats at home, number thirty-one has a few more notches down his Belt of Giant Slaying, but it’s gonna take more than giant cahoonas to stay ahead of this game! Slap the Fat Controller, here comes Thomas, baby!]
DRIVE LIVE! 😍🤩😲
Connections: 24,210,950
👁️ #31 (84%)
[Style Leader: #3 Straight Baller!] ~
[Style Leader: #31 The One!]
Finally, he was in a qualifying position, and his lunacy had paid off! The checkered flag was in sight some ways down the road and it was nothing but rubber, tarmac and iron balls to the finish line, when out of nowhere, like a cruel joke, like a spear through his heart, a familiar silver caddy - more sparks and fire than machine - blazed along the road into his rear view mirror. His face sunk in fright. It was his nemesis, it was number three, the Suzuki Swift Sport.
‘Oh come ON!!!’, he screamed, then ragged it into fifth gear ‘Get off my arse already!’ then he noticed several more cars hot on its heels, all gleaning an opportunity to pass.
[Choo-choo! Choo-choo!] the radio mocked, at his wits end.
His eyes flitted between the fifth position he held, the (515m) to the finish line, and the demon on his backside who refused to quit, and who had already found Jed’s slipstream. Then his riskiest gamble yet finally paid off, he shot through the smoky wreckage of a vehicle raging with flames; it was the BMW 5 Series luxury sedan, pancaked into the back of a bus.
[5/16] ~
Oni notched! [4!/16]
DRIVE LIVE! 🤩🚗🙏
Connections: 27,210,950
👁️ #31 (97%)
A shiver of hope creased up the side of his cheek, before he realised what would happen next. They would all pass him, and he couldn’t stop it. His mind raced harder than his engine, desperate for an answer, while a train of heavy metal steamed up behind him.
[Chuga-chuga chuga-chuga!]
Then the Swift flashed him twice, snapping him back to reality. He raised an eyebrow, before something clicked.
‘Pass me..?’
He gave space on his right, then the Swift clawed its way up beside him. It’s side mirror flailed on wires, and there were deep colourful scrapes gouged down the side and through smashed passenger windows that no doubt caused heavy drag and steering difficulty at such speeds. The Swift crawled ahead, pulling sharp in front of him with a hot haze of exhaust sparks that scraped along the road.
[4/16] ~
Ogre token lost! [5!/16]
Jed’s rev counter started to rise in sync with his eyebrows.
The sudden disappearance of the stream leader, the Swift, split the train like a hydra that reformed with venomous instincts, then slithered as one behind Jed like a demented snake.
[Choo-choo! Choo…oh, snap!]
Then his eyes shot through the smoke towards the bottom right. A graphical depiction of a muscular demonic bipedal bull with an executioner's axe flashed into the fray, with its hoof atop a pile of little cars, then it began to slowly raise its axe...
The road dipped into a downhill slalom that spooled his engine with a second wind, then he started to pull away behind the Swift once again. An icon blinked at the top of his window pane that opened on eye contact.
Swift Sport: [Demonic Slipstream] [◔ 14.9]
Suzuki Swift tier 3 mastery activated. (* )
Remain within the slipstream for 15 seconds or lose 45% (base) engine power for
1 minute.
Remain within the slipstream for 15 seconds and gain 15% (base) engine power for
10 seconds, then return 15% engine power to Suzuki Swift with 5% interest
After 15 seconds Suzuki Swift Sport converts accumulated percentages of all vehicles within [Demonic Slipstream] into horsepower at the wheels for 1 minute
*Chain ability: Demonic Slipstream applied to all vehicles (excluding Suzuki Swifts)
The Swift’s tail lights glowed eerie and streamed red like a flare in the night. Ahead of them was an imposing obstacle course of lane-changing vehicles cruising at different knots through a stormy bog of lights and thunder, to which Jed cackled in horrific delight! ‘You wanna full send through that clusterfuck?!’, he said, as he jolted forward and jammed it into 6th gear, his face lit against a spider’s web of shattered glass, ‘ok mad lad! Let’s GO!’
Then like a cliffhanger at the highest peak of a rollercoaster, with all hearts on the edge and all eyes on the Swift, it descended into a mad dive, down into the metal throng - spectral traces of its death-defying line carved wispy through the madness - it slipped between vehicles to throw off its pursuers.
DRIVE LIVE! 🤞🚗🙏
Connections: 29,337,984
👁️ #31 (98%)
Jed stuck to him like his life depended on it - because it did - his arms surged stiff with lactic acid, his bones ready to crack. But it wasn’t enough. The chasers were sitting on more horses than he could muster, and the glare of floodlights in the mirror prickled the nape of his neck. His old E30 had given him everything it could. In the corner of his eye, the hood of a chaser climbed the side of his car. He turned his head, then caught the image of a crazed driver that screamed into the ethos. Jed wasn’t the only desperate man. Then his life slipped through his fingers. It was all over.
[5/16] ~
Ogre token lost! [6!/16]
DRIVE LIVE! 😱💀😱
Connections: 29,409,001
👁️ #31 (99%)
The pixelated demon bull’s nostrils steamed and its eyes flashed an angry red.
[Demonic Slipstream]’s timer hit zero, then Jed’s engine growled with power. He looked towards the warning light near the bottom right side of his window...
[Engine overheated]
[E30 mastery available: activate?]
[yes] [no]
...and yelled ‘YES!’
The demon bull’s muscles bulged and its eyes burned, then Jed’s engine roared mighty! His head flew back into his seat, and his main beams spewed dark red, while another mastery appeared on his screen at the behest of his eyes.
E30: [Berserker]
BMW 318iS E30 tier 5 mastery activated. (*)
Prerequisite: critical engine temperature.
15%-50% power increase. Temperature cannot decrease, and rises by 10% every 5 seconds until engine failure.
15%-25% vehicle durability increase.
Ram other vehicles to reset 5 second temperature timer
Then the nose of his car edged back ahead of the overtaking vehicle!
[6/16] ~
Ogre notched! [5!/16]
The graphical sprite of another car fell into the pile beneath the bull’s hoof as its axe raised ever more the keen, then three more icons slipped into the windscreen like playing cards across a table:
[Demonic Slipstream: 15% power yield] [◔ 11.2]
[Berserker: 37% power yield] [◔ 4.2]
[Berserker: 21% durability yield] [◔ 4.2]
[BMW 318iS E30] [tuned] (C+)
#31 / Title: DRIVEKING
Clan: pending closure...
HP: 230(152+22+56) / NM: 298(198+29+71)
Driver: Sone / Level 87
Passenger: Kimberly
Passenger: Biscuit
[Suzuki Swift Sport] [stage 1] (B-) [Grudge!]
#3 / Title: --
Clan --
HP: 211 (189+22) / NM: 236 (214+22)
Driver: Smith / Level: --
(7m)
His BMW E30 blasted scorched Earth through his air conditioning and bulldozed rickety down the road hot on the Swift’s heels, drawing ever closer, when against all the odds, he pulled to the side to overtake, gaining incrementally while his engine begged for mercy and steamed heat out the sides of his hood.
DRIVE LIVE! 🙏🤞🙏
Connections: overloaded
👁️ #31 (104%)
The graphical executioner’s axe was raised as high as it could go. [35m] to the finish line! Jed was redlined to the max in 6th gear with a cig butt burning into his lips, his eyes on the distance counter as it flew towards zero with his chest ready to burst, when the executioner’s axe SLAMMED down into the pile of cars!
[FINISH!!!]
Giants SLAIN!
Gold Achievement: King Breaker!
Bronze Achievement: win an achievement!
Bronze Achievement: Trend Setter!
Bronze Achievement: Win 3 achievements!
Silver Achievement: Line Rider!
Bronze Achievement: win 5 achievements!
Platinum Achievement: Unstoppable!
Gold Achievement: Unshakable!
Silver Achievement: Braveheart!
Silver Achievement: Win a Title!
Silver Achievement: Win 10 achievements!
Platinum Achievement: Style Master!
Platinum Achievement: B Line!
Silver Achievement: Ogre Slayer!
Gold Achievement: Oni Slayer!
Gold Achievement: S rating!
[What a WILD RIDE!]
DRIVE LIVE! 🥳👏🤩🖕
Connections: overloaded
👁️ #31 (111%)
Summery:
Placed (5th)
Style Leader: 318iS E30 [The One!] (Platinum swagbag)
Swagbags found: 3
Giant tokens: 6
Entry Licence Trial #7
Course time:
1st: M3 Competition: 7:40 (Gold swagbag)
2nd: S4+: 7:43 (Silver swagbag)
3rd: Focus ST: 8:22 (Bronze swagbag)
4th: Swift Sport: 8:36
5th: 318iS E30: 8:36
Rating S+
[Belt of Giant Slaying][//// /] Exchange 5 ogre tokens for 1 strike token?
[Yes][No]
[Ogres slain!] ////
Land Rover discovery
Audi A3 30 TFSi
Vauxhall Corsa E GSi
VW Golf TSi
Ford Mondeo Zetec
[Oni slain!] /
SEBMW 5 Series 540i Performance
Ogre tokens pending decision...
*Red Oni token claimed!
[Grudge match lost!] winner: Smith
[Rival born!] Smith added to rivals
*Red tokens are claimed through death from which you played a hand and
have a reduced success rate.