Otto
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PL: 53,483
Overdrive(x3)
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Tag: @otto
OOC Name: Pipa
Posts: 391
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Post by Otto on Jan 14, 2016 6:57:09 GMT
"Welcome fools and tools! To the first annual Fortune 500!" A voice called over a loudspeaker over a small desert encampment. Barrels burned. Tents were set up. The air smelled funny, and the people looked even funnier. Mohawks and tattoos were popular among the crowd, and the sound of industrial metal filled the air. "We are proud to bring you the world's most exhilarating race, with no rules and no bullshit! These racers have waived their lives in hopes of taking home the gold!"
The desert winds were not the best for the occasion. Bouts of sand constantly blew up into the air, and the visability wasn't great. The track itself was a pretty standard ovular loop that ran through a few miles of desert.
Otto was sitting at the last spot of the dirt road race track. He was sitting on a rusty looking dirtbike with jagged metal edges, and it's engine sputtered like an enormous lawnmower as he sat upon it. The handlebar on the right side of the bike had a strange look to it, it had a slot on it that would perfectly fit his arm cannon. He had programmed the suit to accelerate when discharged a small amount of energy from his arm canon, and that energy fueled the bike.
Many of the racers looked like members of the gang that was running the event. Some of them were driving bikes like Otto, some were in tricked out four wheel vehicles with metal spikes jutting out of every which way... and then there were other racers like Otto who didn't belong to the gang...
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Post by Articho Reville on Feb 18, 2016 6:30:08 GMT
269 WC = 237 Zeni!
Total = 2799 Zeni!
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