The man with the opera mask came back with a small, on seat crimson sports car, stylized with some victorian era decor.
Though not noticed by much, the man seemed a bit fatigued. From what could be seen from his face, he seemed to had grown a bit pale.
Brocky was a bit flustered by the fact that Anarchy was ignoring him, but not one to dwell too long on such things, he decided to quickly go to the signing ballot to put his name on the list. After doing so, he quickly dashed off to get a vehicle.
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Passing by the broccoli dog, the duo, Clockston and Nightmare Sally came on an old motor bike with a side seat.
"Hey Clockston? Do you think they'll let us ride together?" She asked with a bit of worry in her voice
"Hmmm, Perhaps. But not to worry Sally, I made a few modifications to your "seat" just in case something like that happens. Tic-Toc" The steel gentleman said as he gently patted her head to calm her down.
"Okay...but I don't know how to drive." She worried again.
"As I said before, not to worry, I made sure the controls are so simple, even a cave man could do it." Clockston said proudly, before swiftly being pelted in the back of head by a bottle of red wine.
"Gozhx! WHAT ILL-MANNERED BUFFOON THREW A PERFECTLY GOOD BEVERAGE AT THE BACK SIDE OF MY METALLIC CRANIUM!?" Clockston bellowed.
And what he saw behind him was a well dressed and groomed hairy man with long flowing hair and predominate forehead, wearing designer shades.
"You better watch what you say gramps, some people get a bit touchy when they hear things like that." He said, scowling a bit as he rested on his shiny go-kart.
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Nekolyan was panicking a bit since he couldn't find a vehicle to ride in.
"Gah! Come on Nekolyan, this is your chance to get some more screen time! Come on, you can probably make something out of some random trash on the streets. Hell, I was able to make roasted sausage out of vegetables...withouth even cooking it properly! I can probably make some cool hovercraft or something outta 2x4 and toilet paper tubes if I put my mind to it...course it could also be as terrible as that sausage was." The cyborge humanoid feline thought to himself.
Meanwhile, Brocky Came Back with his special vehicle...a cardboard box...with wheels drawn on its side...and a drawn on license that reads 'TUF-PUP'.
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Be prepared folks, cause the race shall start soon enough!
Only three minutes left before the competition starts!
[@Flame: Well that's a bit depressing. But that's your choice. Hope you'll enjoy watching the upcoming events from the sidelines, with a hot cup of coco, sitting by a fireplace, surrounded by females with feline characteristics in maid outfits and breast of various shapes and sizes...you poor, poor man.]