Death race or F-zero race (Jak, Erik)

[Jak Mar]

Jak crossed his arms and placed his hand down on the table and slightly sighed "Torn, you know what i've been through today? I've been humiliated by a musical alien villainess who sings, and a weird entity like creature who keeps disappearing."

"Do you know how embarrassing that is?!"

The dreadlocked man couldn't help but resist a chuckle "Jak, i heard you loud and clear."

Jak avoided gritting his teeth in annoyance as he placed a hand on the counter "So did everyone around you, Torn.."

Torn frowned "Shit.."

Jak sighed "I have to go now, Torn, call me back with any more info.."

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Torn's communication device went off as he stared for a bit, but something interesting did pop up on the television set inside the bar. The Commander took the time to step back and listen in. They were inadvertently interviewing a mysterious guy claiming to be from the Shell Corporation.

The guy was going on about these F-zero races and how exciting and dangerous these races were. He also told about how the Shell Corp was a new corporation and wanting to make a name for itself. The man didn't explain his name but he held a poster up in the tv camera sporting how you could win OM and also a sweet trophy. Dante's Abyss was a success so our company decided to throw a event in right now.

Torn gritted his teeth and closed his eyes "Jak might be walking right into a trap, just like last time. Except it's not in Kras City and nobody was threatening to poison us to get us to race.


This is fucked up.