The racers began their adventure in the maze-like center section of the ruins. While many wound up in dead-ends and had turn back, or fell victim to some of the deadly traps in the ruins, some were lucky and managed to find some of the flags hidden through out the track. 5 of the 15 have already been captured.
One was in the hands of the slightly arrogant, Anarchy, who was chased down by the mysterious and colorful Spark 6. 2 were already in the possesion of Cervantez Cesar Japeno
curse you num.pad-less laptop Sr., Garm Dasce had just captured a flag, narrowly escaping a spiked reaver bot pit, and a flag was found by the heavy tank machine, Turbo540X. However it seems communications has been lost with the transforming robot, it is unknown if he still posseses the flag.
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While the cloaked jet skate wearing youngster was trying to get away from the supossedly angry, prismatic, tights wearing super team, some humanoid reaverbots jumped onto and attacked the unfocused racer.
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"Gaaah. That was exhausting." The caped jester muttered to himself after getting passed the columns of the first section of the track. He slowly made his way through on of the paths, whilst the rest of the racers dashed right past him.
"Ah, good afternoon Strange, fancy meeting you here." Greeted Clockston.
"How you holding up?" Asked Sally.
"Oh, hi there guys..."
"OH MY GOOOD! CLOCKSTON! NIGHTMARE SALLY! YOU'RE ALIVE!!" He shouted, his eyes began to water.
"Strange Man, we have met in the last Busy World, it isn't like we were seperated for 3 more years." Clockston told the emotional maniac.
"Oh, I see...also my name ST...it has a better ring to it."
"Why'd you call yourself ST? What's wrong with Strange Man"
"It makes moi sound like a super hero. ST makes me sound like a super hero! Of the neeew age!" ST shouted.
"Uh...okay, ST."
"Btw, any of our other friends make it to the race?"
"Boo" Said General Crimson
"EEEE-YAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! C, C, CRIMSON!! F, Fancy meeting you here...the superior isn't around here, is he?"
"I am the superior, Strange...till further notice."
"I see...gulp"
"So, how are you...have you been lazing about all this time while we were striving to bring back the organization back unto its former glory."
"...no." He answered with
"...No matter, we have some new buisness to attend to. I need you three to keep a watchful eye on this race. Not all is what it seems."
The three subordinates stared at their captain general with confused expressions.
"Of course, it does not mean we cannot enjoy our selves for a bit. If you'll excuse me, I think I will have a little play date with one of the more capable looking competitors" The crimson rider sped up and went to search for this individual.
"...That was weird...and scary."
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"So our fish lipped host, have you found any more of the tokens yet?" Drederick asked Mr.Hatter
"*cough* We're dying to know...and I'm being serious about that dying part. *cough*"
"Speak for yourself, Mr. Colddeen. I'm feeling quite peppy...though I guess a five course dinner could be good right about now" Hungrensky's stomach growled.
"Well my lovely, lovely bosses I...still just got the one you gave me. He he." Mr.Hatter twiddled his thumbs.
"WHAAAAT!?
You should have had 4 by now!
"Patience, Mr. Marssesko, for a normal being such as Mr.Hatter, gathering the tokens takes much time. However, I must agree that you do seem to be taking your time with this. We should at least have had the second token by now. Your performance deserves a sad face out of 10."
"Oy, such criticism, Mr. Drederick, such criticism. True, I am taking longer than I should to gather this tokens, but you must admit we ARE making a killing out there!" Mr.Hatter said enthusiastically.
"*cough*He does make a point, men. We're making much more *gag* then what we did with our last show."
"WHAAAT!? MORE THAN ROA!?
Please, this isn't even making half of what Roa Knows Best!
The only reason this is making more money is because of the Underground deals...I miss Roa Knows Best.
<(this is his sad face too)
"Sigh, true. The ratings haven't been the same since we hired that replacement. However, that is beside the point. We shall contact you again Mr.Hatter, and you better have had retrieved 2 more of those tokens."
With that the four hefty silhouettes dissapeared from the rugged man's screen.
"Sheesh, I hope they don't call soon, I'm making too much money thanks to games. I might lose some money if I seem like I need to speed things up...gotta think of a way to make these guys hurry it a bit without seeming too suspicious about it..."
Mr.Hatter was lost in his thoughts, thinking of a way to speed things up.
[EDIT: Fixed a few typos and things]