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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 4:48 pm
Well, I meant the question in a more relevant way, because I know it's not necessarily medieval times. And I also recognize the value of using such a word.
I just meant it as a general question.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 6:52 pm
Jarlaxle Baenre Meh. I don't have any music that doesn't have words. Words suck.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 11:21 am
Expect a test post using music with lyrics before long. I'm really trying to get a good feel for what works and what doesn't, so I want to try all kinds of posts with all kinds of music.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 1:09 am
I should apologize for this absolutely AWFUL character, but I like him all the same. I was inspired by seeing Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift (Colloquially known as 3 Fast 3 Furious) at the dollar theater. And I totally wanted to see how an XTREEM DRIFT RACING post would come out. It's a different kind of action with a different kind of music! Red Flag - Billy Talent
It took a lot to rocket down the streets of Laydaia. Mostly because cars were illegal in most sections of the city, enforcement was stringent and the streets really weren't designed to be wide enough to accomodate cars. Of course, this made it the ultimate drift racing course, ultimate of course meaning, horribly dangerous, and drift racing meaning doubly so. Ultimately, what ALL of this meant was that there were undoubtedly going to be two people who thought all of this deadly illegal nonsense was exciting. And despite the laws of man, physics, and instinctual reactions telling them otehrwise, they were going to try it.
And that's exactly where Elijah Benningwood found himself. At the wheel of a car that found itself hurdling around a turn at sixty-three miles an hour with maybe four inches of empty space in between safety and screeching exploding shrapnel. In a blur of neon colored paint, both cars came flying out of the turn onto a market street that was probably one of the only places in the city wide enough to almost accomodate two cars.
Damn, not far enough ahead. His car is too damn quick on the straightaways. Elijah thought, eyes focused straight down the road. They'd been neck and neck the entire race, but even though Elijah was clearly the better driver, he was also very clearly in the inferior car.
Being behind on the next series of turns would present several problems. Firstly, it would be incredibly difficult to win the race from that point on, as the turn series was scarcely wide enough to admit one car, much less two. Second, not being in first put him in significantly greater danger of getting caught by the police and arrested. They might get an air blockade down on the alleyways and if he wasn't in first, he probably wouldn't have enough edge to escape the authorities. Finally, the other driver was a total jackass and may end up wrecking them both if he followed too closely or tightly.
Pondering his choices, he threw the car into fifth, and willed the gas to somehow find an extra burst of speed. The nitrous tank engage lever called like a temptress at his dashboard, willing him to give the car the hyper-flammable air that would help get the edge he needed. But it was too early yet.
Lost in his thoughts, he barely realized that the other driver was now trying to sideswipe him into the wall and win the race by default. Elijah cursed, braking and dropping the car back into fourth. He'd simply have to hope for the best coming into the turns, because he wouldn't be able to reclaim the lead here.
Blazing up to the turn, Elijah did not see a 90 degree turn with a six foot width clearance. He saw: E-brake. Clutch. Third. Cluth. Fourth. Gas. And in a remarkably graceful and fluid series of movements, made it so. White smoke hissed up from his tires as their rubber was rather forcibly burned off in the resulting turn. The process repeated itself several times as the two cars snaked through the final S-patterns in the course, blistering towards the finish.
It became readily apparent that Elijah was the better driver on the turns, but he didn't have any means of matching the much larger engine revving in the other car, so he tailed as close as he could until they burst onto the final straightaway, one last hurrah before a U-turn into the finish line.
Much as had happened throughout the rest of the race, Elijah's smaller engine placed him in second, meaning he would have to beat his opponent on the turn or face defeat.
This wasn't impossible, as Elijah's nitrous tank was quite full, and used properly would provide him enough boost to win the race. Using it properly, however, was a much taller order than it seemed. Burned too early, he would overaccelerate into the turn, which would make Elijah end up in the wall. Used too late, and Elijah would end in second. He couldn't tell which was worse.
Elijah took one last gasp of breath to prepare for the turn, then gritted his teeth and held his breath. E-brake clutch third brake clutch second. Gas. GAS. NITRO! GAS!!!
"GO BABY GO!" Elijah cried, racing through the ascending gears until his car topped out in fifth gear. It worked. With flawless timing he'd managed to edge out the other car by a nose, which meant he won a sizable sum of money.
Now there was just the matter of finding a way underneath the police helicopter that was descending on their position.....
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 9:39 am
Hm. I appear to have used an identical ending style for all three posts. Well, at least it works really well for stand alone posts.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 11:14 am
Z O M G ~ !
Red Flag. Love it. mrgreen
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