[Hmm, I should check up on this thread more often. I know this is the first of nine races but it ended rather quickly don't you think guys? Mind milking it just a little bit more before reaching the finish line? Btw, nice scene with Anarchy and Sachertorte, quick thinking Blackhook. Also for the next race, I must make a map of the future tracks.]
ST was falling behind Cap'n Blackhook, Anarchy and the bounty hunter Sachertorte. From behind of him, one of the tank's missiles was closing in.
"AHG! Hey, nobody makes the first fireworks of the race except for moi!" ST exclaimed.
Shaping on of his capes into a small rocket launcher with a smiling missile. He aimed it at the destructive armored vehicle. Of course knowing the strange mans way of thinking, he instead aimed his weapon up into the sky and shot the missile. When it quickly reached a great height, it made spectacularly colorful explosion.
"Beat that, Tank Man!" St shouted gleefully as he sped up. Of course, ST forgot that what he shot was still one of his weapons. The colorful sparks which began to rain down the racers were actually small bombs which immediately exploded once they made contact with any physical object. Most of the racers who made contact with this sparks were blown of from the race track.
The main racers managed to evade the bombs and catch up with the lead competitors. However some racers were having more trouble dodging the explosives than others.
"DAMN IT ST, YOU'RE JUST HELPING THE TANK!!" Nekolyan shouted angrily.
"Huh, looks like ST is also competing in this race as well...how quaint" Clockston told Sally, already used to STs antics.
"Looks like it...I wonder if Mr.Pirate is with him?" She said, hoping to meet again with her old friend.
"He hasn't changed a bit has he...how joyful." Crimson muttered, in a mildly annoyed tone.
Behind everyone, Brocky was still 'driving' at his own leisure, without a car in the world.
Back in the starting line, the homeless man was stretching a bit as the cloaked woman watched him.
"Well, that should be enough warming up."
The man grabbed tightly unto his kart, lifting one foot unto the bottom plate of the carrier, and raising his other foot up high. He strengthened his leg muscles and gave the ground a tremendously powerful kick, which sent him off zooming past the competition, closing in on the lead racers. After seeing the man leave, the shrouded maiden decided that it was her time to start racing as well.
From below her cloth sprouted four doll like limbs with all terrain wheels attached to them. As she bent and positioned herself, snaps and cranking noises could be heard from her body. She quickly set off, and though not as fast as Hobo Frank, she was making her way through the competitors, making sure to evade the attacks and explosives from the warring racers.
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"Hmmm, NOW you ask how a man as lovable as myself can grant such a grand prize as a whole, entire kingdom, princess?" Mr.Hatter said cheepishly, almost as if he was mocking her.
"Well as I have told everyone already, the leaders of this country are missing, so any man or woman with enough power could easily swoop in and take over this country. Of course, even if they we're missing, it seemed that the military and it's general, Flame, were still in this land."
As Mr.Hatter continues to explain to Silan just how he can give anyone a country he himself doesn't own, he calls to one of his crew members to bring him and the empress some wine.
"Care for a drink before I give you the finer details, princess?" The man offered.