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  1. To everyone in the discord community, the issue is with the Google Cloud Platform. No other updates at this time, but if there are I'll keep y'all posted. This has been your Discord update.

  2. It's more just setup. Those lines you see at the top, the various formatting- it's just all set up and ready for me right then and there. I'll see what I can do here on the forums
  3. Okay, I should probably explain. I haven't uploaded in a month for 2 reasons. And I'm sorry. 1) It's summer break- I've been slacking off, enjoying the break, etc. 2) I write the chapters on a computer that has all the fonts and stuff I need on it. However, that computer has been in maintenance for a while now, but I should be getting it back soon (TM) I've got a ton of ideas formulating in my head, but I can't write them- which is SO frustrating y'all have no idea. If I can't get the computer back by the weekend, I'll just bite the bullet and type it up here on the forums. Expect an upload within the week.
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    Revelations of the Kraken (Chapter 23: Kermangrad)

    Just spent about an hour catching up on what I missed, and I've got to say, this has been amazing! The mysterious snow, the futuristic Union- all coming together! And that ending.. Fantastic. And here I was thinking the war against the plague people was going to be the most exciting part about these chapters...
  5. Chapter 28 is up- and only 2 days later than previously intended! Enjoy Chapter 28: Coming Home 1:00pm, 1 Week and 6 days later. Owlia Grand National Raceway, Owlia. Formula K Round 4 of 10: Owlia As the small but loyal crowd filtered into the ginormous grandstands, I sat back in the garage. I typically don’t watch the Formula races, but I had decided to show up to Owlia. It was the three-year anniversary of my first ever win with a Spec car. As I sat down in a chair near the back of the garage, I heard some whispers. The pit crew was taking nervous glances at me and muttering amongst themselves, and I could hear some of the chatter. “That’s Jebediah Kerman.” “What’s he doing here?” “Is this really true?” “I thought he was shorter.” “A real K1 driver!” I put my shades on and leaned back in the seat as a familiar figure entered the garage. He was wearing a slightly green tie underneath a very official looking suit that he had worn when we said our goodbyes. As soon as Paddy walked past, I coughed loudly, trying not to smile. Paddy jumped- a bit startled- and turned to me. I could tell he was about to ask who I was, but then his eyes brightened. “Jeb!” Paddy exclaimed, extending his arms out. “What brings you to our humble neck o’ the woods?” I smiled and stood up, giving him a handshake and pulling him in for a hug. “Just decided to come by and see how the times have changed since I left,” I replied, sitting back down with Paddy getting down next to me. “Been a while. How have you been?” Paddy sighed and chuckled. I noticed that his hair had a few extra grey spots in them, but I didn’t point it out. “Busy,” Paddy replied. “Quite busy. Lewis has been a stellar driver these past couple of years, and it was great to see him go to K1. However, the real star has been Arcazon. You should see him- he’s quite possibly one of the best drivers to grace OTech GP. Present company included.” I nodded and looked at the walls. Lewis’s portrait stood with a slight frown as he crossed his arms with helmet in hand. On the other wall, there was a new driver I’d never seen before. He looked to be really young- maybe 16 by my count. He had a big, almost goofy smile that reminded me a lot of Max and I when we first joined Formula. “But, that’s not all,” Paddy said with a big grin. “Next year, we’re opening up a new branch of OTech- in K1! Matty and I have talked about this for ages and we decided that in 2038, OTech Engineering will open up as a junior team. It’ll give us a chance to get our driver training program further up, and also hopefully bring in some star talent.” He smiled. “I’ve been selected to be the manager of the team! I’m going to carry over the entire staff from OTechGP and bring them to K1. What do you think?” “What’ll happen to OTech GP?” I asked. This place was my first home, and even though I hadn’t been here in years, I still didn’t want to see it shutter up for good. “Don’t worry, team members will be either hired or moved up from other series- we wouldn’t dare close down the GP team.” I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in my chair. “Whew,” I said, chuckling. “Had me going for a minute.” Just then, I heard what sounded like a lot of revs rising and then dropping to the floor at once before growing in volume again. I watched on the TV screen as the cars started the formation lap, and I had to take a second look. “Whoa,” I whispered, leaning towards the screen. “Are those the cars?” The new Formula K cars looked beautiful. The single wing was still in place (In K1, there are 2 layers of front wings), but looked a lot more basic than before. The tires were a lot wider as well, and the entire front looked more open and airy than in years past. As soon as the cars turned into the corner though, I saw the real big changes. The rear end had been changed completely, and was open. Instead of a large shark fin, the rear was flat. Also, the Air Inlet had been moved down slightly, making the cars even more slippery in a straight line. The rear wing had been almost 100% changed- now just a simple but stylish little wing plate instead of a massive cluster of various downforce-generating bits and pieces. I also noticed a different engine sound- deeper and more throaty than in the past. “Yeah,” Paddy smiled, looking out at the beautiful cars driving around on the formation lap. “The 2037 changeup was a big one. The cars have a lot less aero grip, and the tires have been made just a little bit slicker to make it a driver’s car.” I smiled. Back when I was driving, the Formula cars seemed so connected to the track- not that different from the K1 cars. It felt good to know that now we were getting cars that tested ability. The cars all lined up on the grid for the formation lap and I looked at the line of cars. It’s kind of weird from this view, I thought, looking at the screen above us. A single light turned on above on the pylon and the engines started getting louder. Two lights, and I could feel the tension ramping up. Three. Four. Five. The lights went out and the cars all launched away off the line- dropping revs and gaining speed as they got off the line. “Good start from the OTech driver of Lewis Kerman, getting up to the top spot!” Lewis swept around the inside of two other cars and I swear I almost saw a wave from him as he blasted by- practically devouring the competition. The cars got up to speed before braking hard for Turn 1, and as the camera panned to track the whole field, I saw a cloud of white smoke. Behind, a car had locked up and went straight into the rear of what looked to be the other OTech car- Arcazon. The blue and white car flew into the air and spun around once in a cloud of smoke as the car behind collected another car- losing the left front tire in the process. Debris and smoke covered the track as the team groaned and yelled in frustration. “And that’s Arcazon around! Multiple cars involved and we’re under a Safety Car here on Lap 1.” “Damnit! Got a puncture, coming to you guys.” The team scurried around as a silver car drove past with a throaty rumble- yellow lights flashing before passing the entrance of the garage. The team was already outside and revving up the wheel-guns, prepared for the stop. As the cars came past, I looked up at the screen and saw Arcazon limping around the track with a rear puncture. Paddy looked out at the box and seemed to be watching closely. The car pulled into the box perfectly and was lifted up on the jack. Wheel guns screamed as the tires came off, and the team went to work checking the damage. Apparently there wasn’t too much damage as the team put hard tires on and dropped the car. Arcazon blasted out of the pit box and the team all got up from their half-kneeling position, rolling the used tires back to the rack. As the race got underway, I watched as Arcazon got off to a lightning restart, flying past a car as he crossed the line. Not bad, I thought to myself as Arcazon went past another car before the braking zone. Not bad at all... Lewis stretched out a gap ahead and Arcazon continued slicing up through the field. He was cutting all around- left, right, around the outside, down the inside- blasting past the opposition like they were hardly there. “He’s good,” I muttered to Paddy as we watched him go onto Lap 13 of 18. After coming back from dead last, he was all the way up to fourth- fighting for the podium with just 5 laps to go. However, it wasn’t looking like he would get there by the end of the race as there was a 15 second gap. However, that lap, the driver ahead- Louis (Not Lewis)- came into the pit lane. He went onto the Soft tires and peeled out- getting passed by Arcazon. “Looks like this’ll be a massive fight at the end of this- Arcazon on the older hard tires, but Louis on the newer softs but well back! What’ll happen here with just 3 laps to go?” I watched as the cars got closer and closer on the screen, and on the final lap, Louis passed. The crew groaned and I put my hands on my head. I noticed cameras pointed at me but I didn’t focus on them as Arcazon fought for his third place. Arcazon pushed into Turn 4 but couldn’t get up the inside of Louis as he was cut off. Arcazon put his hand up in the air in frustration and went blasting through Turns 5 and 6 down and back up the hill. Come on kid... The two blasted over the double-apex in Turns 7 and 8 and Arcazon got right up alongside off the corner exit. They stayed together down the 11-12 straight and I sucked in a breath. “They’re going to go side-by-side into Turn 12!” The camera changed to the view of the inside of Turn 12 and watched as Arcazon went around the outside- squeezing Louis down the track. however, there was a snap of oversteer and he had to correct- flying up the track and almost spinning out. There was a loud yell as Arcazon’s car started sliding up the track close to the wall, but somehow, miraculously, he corrected it. However, Louis had now flown past with a massive momentum advantage. Arcazon got a stellar run down into Turn 13 and got right back up to him, though, and now there was just one turn left. “One corner left, this is it! Arcazon coming up, gaining on Louis! This is for the third place fight here! All or nothing into Turn 14!” I heard a crackle over the radio as Arcazon came out of the corner. “Gonna send it,” I heard calmly before the radio cut out. Paddy smiled, and I saw him mouth, “Do it.” Arcazon held in the slipstream down the straight- holding right behind him and gaining. However, at the Braking zone, he broke incredibly early. Louis on the other hand locked up the rears and looped the car way outside of the Turn 14 hairpin- spinning in a cloud of smoke and a scream from the engine. Arcazon passed on the inside and the team leapt up out of their chairs in joy and excitement- yelling and screaming as they watched the feed. “Yes!” Paddy yelled as he watched the feed, pumping his fist when Arcazon crossed the line. “And an unbelievable finish here at the very end, Louis Kerman spinning at the end of the race off of a costly mistake. Amazing finish!” I nodded. This kid has some skills. 10:00am, The next day. Round 4 of 10: The Owlian Grand Prix. Owlian Grand National Raceway, Owlia. I sat down onto a small but very sturdy looking deck chair and adjusted the microphone tucked onto my T-shirt. The sun had just come up a couple hours earlier, and the sky still had tiny tinges of yellow on the horizon if you squinted just right. Across the small table from me, Josh Kerman sat down wearing a nice suit and a smile. “Good to see you, Jeb,” Josh said, extending his hand out for a shake. I leaned out and extended my own arm to return the handshake. “Pleasure to be out here,” I replied, smiling back. “I’ll just start this off with the obvious question on everyone’s mind- how does it feel to be back home in Owlia?” I looked out at the empty track as a few fans made their way either through the infield or around the track- touring it before we went out there for the race. “It feels amazing, just being home and at a track that we all know really well.” “You’ve had a lot of history at this track; does that make it any more special to you?” “Oh yeah, by far. This track was where I got my first win in Formula, my first win in K1- it’s really a special track for myself and the team, just being here. It’s really an emotional race for us every year, with the pressure from not only the team but the fans themselves. They’re some of the most loyal in the world, and we just feel kind of obligated to get the win for them.” “How important is this race for the teams and yourself?” “Well, first off, it’s the first Baskay race of the season. Most of the teams are based in the Baskay region, so it’s really kind of a marker for ‘Where are we compared to everyone else?’ This year is really important for Owlian teams though, after Hurricane Harey hit last month. For us, it’s almost like a way to come back sort of. But in any other year, it’s our first race in Baskay, and really the first ‘home’ race of the season. It’s... Really special to say the least.” “With Max getting the victory in Solaria, do you think that this season will be another dogfight between you and him?” “I’m thinking it’ll be a close season, but obviously I’m hoping to clinch the championship early. This race’s looking to be fun though, that’s for sure.” “Finally, what’s your favorite corner on the track?” I thought for a couple moments. “I really don’t know to be honest. There are so many good corners that could take that prize. 1 and 2 have a wonderful braking zone that can cause problems but be so rewarding at the same time, as we’ve seen last year. 5 and 6 have those elevation changes that are so fun to drive and, I hope, fun to watch. Turn 12 is that long, sweeping bank that is just so dang fun- going flat out down on the different lines with the banking. Then of course 13, with that really tight and technical hairpin. There’s just so many good corners to choose from, I can’t really find a way to take one over the other. Everything about this course is just amazing- the turns, the straights, the fans. It’s the best track on the calendar, hands down.” “Thanks for your time, Jeb.” We shook hands as we stood up, and I smiled. “No problem. Glad to have the time to sit down.” The camera cut out and I almost sighed in relief. “Gosh, I like these things,” I said as I took the mic off. “But it’s so dang stressful!” Josh chuckled and took the mic. “Good luck in the race.” Before I could reply, however, he rushed off- likely to conduct some other pre-race interview. “Thanks,” I muttered to myself as I walked out and down to the grid. “Just might need it.” 12:00pm 7 jets screamed through the sky with a cloud of smoke trailing them. I could hear the crackling of the engines in the air as the planes departed- shooting up into the sky with a cheer from the crowd. I clapped and put my hat on as I walked back to the car. To celebrate the nearing 50th anniversary of OTech Race Team, we’d gotten a new number livery added onto the car. The numbers were sharp, sleek, and, if I do say so myself, really cool-looking. I got up to Pole Position, and got into the car- strapping on my helmet. The crowd noise muffled as the helmet seemed to hug my head- fitting perfectly as I stood up into the seat. Before I sat down, I turned to the fans and gave them a quick salute- drawing loud cheers, whistles, and yells. Tech Updates: This week, we’d gone for a whole new look aero-wise. The T-wing was now 100% gone, and the Shark fin was barren (Besides our numbers). The V-Wing (The small wing that was at the base of the T-wing) was slightly larger though in an attempt to regain the downforce lost by the T-Wing. On our nose, we’d added a small sticker that read “Owlia Strong” in bold white lettering. As I’ve already mentioned, the numbers had gotten a redo, as well as the paintjob. The wing surfaces had been turned pure white, while the rest of the car was a sleek and dark blue. Overall: New paint scheme, new number, new look. Oh, and we lowered the Rear Wing slightly to help out some aero. “Feeling good?” Andy asked me through my visor as I sat down. I nodded and sighed into the silent radio. The team rushed around, getting my stuff ready as I got myself ready mentally. Andy handed me the steering wheel and I put it onto the mount. I keyed the radio and static filled the com before cutting out as I spoke. “All’s good in here,” I said to Andy as he lowered the mic down on his headset. “Good. Now remember, 28 lap race. Make sure to keep yourself out of any Turn 1 incidents, be calm, and be smooth. We know we’ve got one of the faster cars this weekend, so try to keep out of trouble, build a gap, and we’ll go from there. Boxing on Lap 14, per usual.” I nodded and the engine fired up right on cue, making me chuckle a little bit. “Weather?” The sky was picture perfect above us with clear skies as far as I could see. “No chance of rain. 80 degrees right now, expected to stay relatively the same. Winds out of the South at around 5 knots. Looking like a perfect day to go racing.” The team set me down and I got out of the grid slot to begin the formation lap. “You said it, brother,” I replied as we got out to start the warm-up. The car bit out of the spot and accelerated quickly as I laid down the gas. As I weaved down the run to Turn 1, the tires bit into the smooth tarmac that had been so kind to us in the past. I could feel the car working perfectly just in the first little dart down the track. I jammed the throttle and the car leaped forward with a yell. I went into Turn 1 and rode the curb all the way around the turn and felt the car rumbling over the strip. The car held on the curb perfectly and I flew out with a jam from the gas pedal. I came out and went back to the left over the Turn 2 curb. The corner was a downhill slope and I felt the fronts lose a bit of grip as I dropped down. “Car feels good,” I said to Andy as I rolled through the apex. I held on the gas and started speeding away from Max, who hit the gas and started trying to chase me down through the long, sweeping Turn 3. As I warmed up the tires down the 3-4 straight, I watched Max weave behind me in almost perfect motion. At each grandstand, I could see flags waving in the air as we passed. The formation lap was fairly uneventful- just warming up the tires to get myself prepared. As I went into the grid slot, I dialed up the engine and heard the tone shift up slightly as the mapping changed. The crowd was ready, and as I waited for the remaining cars to form up, I could almost feel the tension building. I saw a green flag wave in my mirror and looked ahead as heat waves shimmered off the tracks surface. A single red light came on above on the pylon and I exhaled. Two lights. I held the clutch in and pressed down a little bit on the gas pedal, making the engines tone grow in volume. Three. I opened the engine up fully- feeling the engine roar behind me. Four. My heart rate started racing- faster and faster as I watched the pylon through the tinted visor. Max was lined up in second to my inside and I knew he would try a move into Turn 1. All five lights glowed bright red and I watched intently as the grid was filled with the roaring of engines. Good start, good start, I told myself. The lights went out and I instantly released the clutch- getting the launch perfect without any wheelspin. The car leaped off the grid and started accelerating. I raced through the gears- 3rd, 4th, 5th. I saw Max in my mirror and sliced down to the inside line to defend the run into Turn 1, and he went around to the outside. Max got right up alongside me but couldn’t make the move stick as I swept down the inside. Behind, the field was jostling for position and mixing around with each other. Max held right with me but couldn’t get up the inside as I watched him almost hit the rear of my car before I sped out of the Turn 2 apex. The car felt on rails as I rolled out of the corner and jammed on the throttle, pulling away from Max. We raced through the long Turn 3 and I brushed the right side tires up against the curb before coming back up the track. The car was perfect on the surface of the track- gripping into the tarmac so smoothly as I turned out of the corner. The aero allowed me to seemingly slip through the air like a missile and I felt in control as I darted down the straight. Max tried a look up the inside into Turn 4 but I held my line and he thought better of it as I went over the curbing. As I raced through the dip of Turn 5, the car sparked and bottomed out before evening out. Max’s car flew up the hill with me and held right in my slipstream. I held on line and blasted over the 7-8 curbing at full speed and flying right up to the exit curb. The car flowed through the S perfectly and I blasted down the 11-12 straight as the speed started to climb. As soon as I broke 200 miles an hour, the car began to tilt through Turn 12. I went down about half a car width off the flat yellow line that told us where the banking ended. The engine yelled in 8th and max gear as the car sped up even more. 210. 215. 218. I slammed hard on the brakes and the car resisted with all its might as I slowed down for the Turn 13 hairpin. I turned in with all the strength I had in my arms and just clipped the curbing before pulling out of the apex and down the backstraight. “WHEW!” I breathed aloud without hitting my radio button. Yeah, let’s never try that one again. Max lost a lot of time as he had broken earlier, and I now had a good gap back to him. Again, I started revving up through the gears. The car sounded almost happy to be going this fast, and I felt happy to oblige. Just maybe not going into Turn 13. I broke for Turn 14 and gently nudged over the inside curbing before flying out of the hairpin. “Good first lap there! Keep pushing,” Andy said as soon as I finished pulling out of the corner, making me jump. “Andy, don’t talk to me through the corners. I almost spun out there on the apex.” I went down the straight to finish the lap, and looked back in the mirror. Max was almost a second back, maybe a second and a half. I kept lapping around the course- going full speed and pushing as hard as I could. The car felt on rails as I blasted over curbs, apexes, and exits. By Lap 14 (our pit window), Max was about 10 seconds back. The tires were really starting to feel the force of me abusing the life out of them, and I was tiptoeing around to not lose any grip. “Coming to y’all this lap,” I told radioed in, braking for Turn 1. The car still felt good with the aero, but I could feel that it wasn’t as strong as it was during the first part of the stint. “Copy,” Andy replied as a car passed him- the engine echoing through my helmet. I had to let off a little bit in Turn 7, but besides that the car felt okay to drive. Max was gaining, and I had a feeling he was pushing for his in lap next time around. I started braking for Turn 13 and the left front spat a tiny puff of smoke into my visor before unlocking. I went over the small curbing and pulled up out of the turn- carrying the momentum with a tiny impromptu drift of oversteer (100% intentional- not an accident at all). I broke for Turn 14 and went straight at the apex to enter the pit lane- heading up and gassing it as I went up the track. “You’ll be somewhere around P-4 or 5 when you emerge,” Andy told me as I rolled down the pit lane with the limiter on. I went down and round the box- turning in perfectly and stopping on the mark. The team lifted up the car and I watched as they went to work. 4 tires on, 4 off. In the mirror, I saw the fuel going into the car. The light above me went yellow and I put my finger over the clutch as I waited for the 10-second window to end. Finally, the car was dropped and I peeled out of the pit stall with a squeal from the tires and a tiny trail of smoke. Finally, I got out of the pit lane and released the limiter- speeding up quickly. A bright yellow Firebird car blasted past in a blur, chased by a black Monster car. As they started braking, I made a look up the inside but held my spot as I broke for the corner. Both of the cars got really backed up in Turn 2, and I almost hit them. As we came out of the corner, I threw my hand up in frustration. “These guys have to get out of the way,” I said as I went up the inside of the Monster in Turn 3. “They’re ruining my race!” I got into the tiny gap between the Monster car and the Firebird, catching the slipstream before darting to the inside mid-straight. “God that’s annoying. They have no chance of winning- they need to move out of the way before they cause a wreck.” I got clear and steamed out of Turn 4- getting out of there as fast as I could. “Good overtaking. Go for it.” I shook my head and went out on a mission- attacking every corner like I was fighting for the win. In a way I was. I attacked the curbs as hard as I could- pushing flat-out into every single braking zone and full-throttle turns. I was now in third and used my DRS to fly down the 11-12 straight before flying through Turn 12. The engine screamed as it broke 210 mid-corner. Come on baby, little more here. I pushed and as the car evened out, I pushed harder than ever before. I broke 220 before slamming the brakes into Turn 13. As soon as I got out onto the straight, Andy radioed in the call. “Max just entered the pits, come on!” The engine started pushing at its maximum attack range- pushing the edge of its limits. I broke into Turn 14 and flew around the curbing, barely touching it as I seemed to float through the apex. I swear my foot never let off the gas pedal as soon as I stopped braking. The car sprinted out of the corner as it stretched out its legs- pushing as hard as possible. COME ON!! As I passed the start/finish line, I leaned down to reduce drag in an attempt to get some speed back up in the car. Max exited the pit lane just as I went by, and I knew he was going to be pushing like crazy. Max dove up the inside of me and I had to give him the room. He tried to hold the spot but I jammed the gas on exit- flying past him on the outside that quickly turned into the inside for Turn 2. There was a small bump from the rear as Max accidentally nudged my right rear with his left front. With the contact, he went up the track and I managed to gas it out of the corner to get away. That shouldn’t have worked, I thought in awe. But it did. Max held in my slipstream as we raced through Turn 3- fighting with each other for the lead. He had newer tires but they were cold- this was my chance to get out to a lead before he started to try and reel me in. I dove into Turn 4 and the car went through the apex perfectly. In my mirror, Max slid a little bit and went wide- allowing me to get away. The laps kept ticking down and the gap grew higher and higher, just like in Tekkia. Tiny lockup here, slide there, bad exits- all accumulating in a healthy 5 second gap on the final lap. I came out of Turn 13 and looked in my mirrors at Max, who was just now coming down the straight. The crowd roared and I went down to Lean to conserve the engine. Max didn’t try to fight for any last-minute heroics, and I looked out at the fans as I went down the backstraight about 20 miles an hour slower than usual. As I went through the stunning Turn 14, the crowd was roaring. The OTech Section. As I looked out at the crowd, I saw a #14 flag waving as the fans jumped up and waved- celebrating victory. I was 100 meters from the finish. 75. 50. The team started waving from the wall and celebrating- cheering and yelling as I got closer. 25. The flag started waving. 0. There was an explosion of noise as I crossed the painted line- thousands of fans roaring in unison. “Yes! Yes Jeb! Amazing drive! Top class.” I opened up the visor and let the air start cooling me down as I rubbed at my eyes. The crowd was roaring as Max crossed the line- well ahead of third place. I felt tears starting to sting my eyes and I wiped them away- trying to lean my head down to get at it. When I finally did, I keyed the radio button as the engine continued to rev down. “Thanks Andy, that was one heck of a race. In some ways, I think that that one was for Phil. He deserved this.” I raised my hands up in the air and the crowd started to hush down just a bit- returning the salute with me. “This one’s for you, buddy,” I sighed, looking up at the sky through the visor. Then, I remembered something. See, holding your hands up in the air is dangerous. You could have to turn sharply and hit someone or something on track- no time to react. You could think you have the room but really not and throw yourself off-track. So, I reached down. Matty had gotten it for me before this race in the hopes that I wouldn’t hold up my hands- risking a damaged car at the end of the race. I slowed down in Turn 1 way off to the outside and Max stopped behind me- our engines quietly humming. I rummaged through the cockpit and finally found it. A small flag with the number 14 on it- piercing blue with the white number emblazoned boldly on the front and back. I jammed the gas and the car leaped forward with a yelp before evening out the revs. The crowd cheered as the blue flag whipped in the wind behind me, and as I raised the flag up I saw the crowd all returning the salute. I noticed that third place (Louie) had formed up behind us, as had the rest of the grid. Together, the drivers had (I guess) decided to give Owlia a proper sendoff for Phil- all lining up to form an amazing group line of cars on the cooldown lap. That one’s for you.
  6. Hey everyone, great news! So I have decided, that for no reason whatsoever, I'm going to make a LATT discord channel! You can post critiques of the chapters, get up-to-date news on the future of the story, and, best of all, see what the heck I'm talking about as I upload pictures! You'll also be able to see what's going on with the discussion process in real time, and, of course, learn more about LATT than ever before possible. Now why am I doing this? Well, because I've 1) got nothing better to do, and 2) I just decided that it could be a cool idea. LATT Part 1 is going to be going on until 2019- that's a fact (There's no way I'm blasting 30 years in 6 months). And that's not all! Part 2 (The air racing part that everyone was looking forward to I think) is going to be just as long! Prepare for the million-word novel here ladies and lads. The Discord invite ===> https://discord.gg/DDPekA2 <=== This thing
  7. So everyone, I have some bad news. This is the final chapter Of me using the MacBook. Yes, unfortunately, this is technically school property, and with the end of the year coming on Friday, we've got to turn these things in for the summer :(. However, don't be crying yet. We still have my other computer, the home laptop. Uploads will likely be slower and a bit more clumsily written, but at least they'll be there. Also, I've uploaded the LATT official document™ to a Google Drive, so I'll be able to add back onto that via download. Or I make a Google Doc... hhhmmm... Well for now, enjoy Chapter 26- the final chapter of Appley speldor. (Wait are those even words? Yeah? Sweet.) Chapter 27: The Solarian Grand Prix 1:00pm, 1 Week Later. Round 3 of 10: Solaria. Solarian GP Circuit Planes blasted overhead as the anthem ended with a lift. The shrieking engines shook everything and everyone as they flew past, and I couldn’t help but flinch as they flew over way lower than any other flight team I’d seen before. My feet wiggled on the brand-new tarmac, and looked back at the car, which was in P2. I would have taken pole, but a slight wiggle in Turn 8 sent me up the track on my hot lap- losing me about 3 tenths of a second and the lead. Yet again, Monster locked out the second row, with Max on Pole in front of me. Above us, grey and gold smoke dissipated into the clear sky as the last remnants of the pre-race air show lingered. A couple of puffy white clouds lazily trailed overhead, and the sun shined down on the circuit. The new circuit was beautiful and fast- a perfect combination. The latest news on the week was that Grestin would likely not be coming back onto the calendar for at least another 5 years- maybe never again. On one hand I was happy. The circuit never seemed to work well with my driving style and even though I’d won there in Formula, the track just never suited me. I was happy to be in Solaria- at least for the time being. Yes, the Kafrica rounds were horrible on the sleep patterns, but I was happy to be driving at a fun track. The team was making a couple last-minute changes and checks on the car, and as I stepped up, the team began unplugging the various wires and tubes that would check various things. “All good,” Andy waved from the massive toolbox that his laptop was resting on. I got my helmet strapped on and sat down into the tub-like shape of the cockpit. After I got my gloves pulled on tight, I grabbed my steering wheel from the top of the nose. The car was set down and the engine roared to life. “Comm check,” Andy said into my radio as the light went out for the start of the Formation Lap. I leapt away from the mark and the car responded perfectly- biting into the brand-new tarmac and getting away fast. I waited a few seconds before responding as I weaved across the racetrack to get some heat in the tires. “Loud and clear, Andy,” I responded, looking back in the mirror at the Shark Fin. I’ve learned that this is a fairly recurring theme of reviewing the tech changes we’d made for the race weekend, so I’m proud to introduce a new segment; Tech Updates! This week we’d gone for the regular T-wing instead of the wing we used in Tekkia- now opting for a faster, more streamlined setup. And that’s all for Tech Updates. Tune in next race where we’ll be heading to Owlia. Anyways, back to your regularly scheduled programming. I went into the Turn 1 hairpin and watched as Max reveled in the clear air. That one stupid slip, I thought angrily as I went up the small hill to Turn 2. I tried to clear my mind of the mistake, but it was extremely difficult. As a race driver, you’ve got to keep from rehashing the past mistakes. I got up into Turn 2 and went up the hill to Turn 3- a long uphill loop with some nice banking. The new course was absolutely stunning, and as I passed the Solari Stadium, fans cheered and waved flags at us. No Solarian driver had won a K1 grand prix, but the fans didn’t seem to care. They were still passionate, supportive, and loud. I went into the fast downhill Turn 4 and let off the throttle through the extreme downhill Turns 5 and 6 as the Stadium tapered off. Max hit the throttle down the wide 6-7 Straight, and I weaved around to get heat. I let off the throttle for Turn 7 and then sped up- feeling the left-side tires reaching the edge of the grip limit before the corner straightened out for Turn 8. Turn 7 was a fast, long, sweeping right-hander that tested aero grip and stability, while 8 was the opposite. Straight out of 7, you’ve got to hit the brakes for the tightening left loop, which has a little runoff but not much. It was down a small straight before we went into the 9-10-11 right-left-right hairpin complex that tested the brakes and reaction times. I came out of the corner and blasted down a straight that we’d be able to use DRS on. The straight went uphill and I remembered Turn 12 was a blind braking zone up until about 300 meters away. Sure enough, the track leveled out and I hit the brakes for the right-handed hairpin before turning into another hairpin; the left Turn 13. I pulled out of the corner and powered out- blasting full-throttle over curbing through the 14-15 left-right chicane. Then it was on to what the drivers all called “Bradley Loop.” 16 and 17 were flat-out corners that mimicked the 10-11-12 section of Bradley, just going the other way. The car flew through the apexes of the flat-out turns, and even through the slight downhill Turn 17, it never lost balance. I went over the exit rumble strip in Turn 17 and got up to max speed at the end of the straight. The speeds top 200 down into the Turn 18 braking zone, and then it’s a double apex back onto another straight that runs parallel to the main. A good exit of Turn 19 is critical in order to get a good run down the 19-20 straight, and then it’s onto the dreaded Turn 20 hairpin. The hairpin is wickedly tight- like Owlia’s Turn 14- and is off-camber, meaning the inside of the track tilts up to force you wide. You have to brake really hard for that turn and then fly out onto the main straight. I went up to launch mode and pulled to a stop in the second position- right on the inside of Max for Turn 1. The rest of the field filed into line and I could see Max look in his mirrors for a final check before the lights came on. One light came on above us and I pushed in the clutch. The field behind us looked hungry and anxious, and I could tell that everyone on the pit wall was feeling the same way. This was a whole new track, whole new race, and whole new strategy. This would be a race of unknowns for sure. Two lights. I felt my heart rate start to pick up as I pushed down on the gas quickly. Three. I pushed the pedal down all the way and heard the engine starting its yell. Four. The grid was filled with roaring and screaming engines all growing in tune with each other. Five. I watched the lights carefully as we waited. Suddenly, the lights went out and I released the clutch quickly. The car bit into the track as the revs dropped and the rear tires caught traction. My car got an incredible launch and I got by Max, who had gotten a poor start compared to me. I quickly shifted up through the gears and pulled away down the long straight to Turn 1. Max tried a look on my outside but I came up the track to end an attacking threat before the braking zone. Everyone behind us was close entering Turn 1, and I saw a lockup on the inside of a 3-wide move in my mirror. Max and I turned down just before a car ran up and off the nose of Micheal and jumped into the air with only 3 wheels. Smoke covered the racing line as the car (A 77International) spun around across backwards and Micheal came through the smoke without a front wing. We couldn't focus on the spin, however, as Max had gotten along-side me in Turn 2. I tried to hold it around the inside but Max had gotten a good Turn 1 exit and held alongside me. We were side-by-side in Turn 3 and the Stadium crowd roared as we passed them- our engines yelling off the stands. Max got past down Turn 4 but I wasn’t going to let him get away that easily. I dove down into Turn 5 but locked up, sending up a trail of smoke as I ran up the track. Max was forced to take evasive action and ran wide- cutting Turn 6 and hopping over the curb with me. The rest of the field was a bit farther back, and I managed to get alongside down the straight. Max got away and I caught into his slipstream in a vain and desperate attempt to go past. Max sliced down through Turn 7- cutting me off and gaining a bit through the flat-out turn. I flew out of the exit of 7 and flew up the inside in the Turn 8 loop. I got past and held up the racing line that quickly turned into the outside for Turn 9. I turned down but Max lunged up my inside and I had to give him the line. Fortunately, I had the inside for Turn 10 and got clear off the apex. We both came out of Turn 11 with almost nothing separating us, and I flew down to the inside to defend down the long straight. We went up the hill and Max got his wing just on my left rear corner to keep me from coming up as the shark fin shook in the air. The straight leveled out and we put on one last burst of speed before the braking zone- the engine yelping before I broke into the turn. Max was right on top of me before I went into the corner- going over the rumble strip curb and getting clear through the hairpin. I came right back across over the Turn 13 curb and came out of the corner with the yelling of the engine as I shifted up through the gears. I blasted through the 14-15 chicane before going onto Bradley- still going up the gears. 4th, Left-right, hit the curb on the apex of the chicane. 5th, light up the Turn 16 curb, full-throttle. 6th, 7th, over the curbing for 17 down the hill. I came out of the corner still full-throttle- collecting a small slide on the exit before dropping down the hill. The car felt perfect through the tight corners of the middle sector, and now it was the mostly flat-out final sector left in the lap. Max had lost a little bit of ground in the loop, and I now had a clear run down into the double-apex of 18 and 19 as the track leveled out. I flew over the curbs and heard the loud buzz as the tires ran on top of the strip at high speed. I got out of Turn 19 and got right up on the exit curb- carrying as much speed as I could through the exit. I blasted down the straight and Max tucked into my slipstream- gaining on me as we blasted down the .75 kilometer-long straight. He got up on me and I darted left to defend my line into Turn 20- not wanting to give him anything. Max got alongside me but as we broke for Turn 20 he fell back. I ran wide as the track tilted away from me- throwing the car up the track. I did my best to carry the speed, but Max performed a textbook switchback move on me and was now up my inside down the even longer front-straight. I didn’t have very much speed, and we were side-by-side down the straight. Max got right up next to me on my left and I cursed myself as Max got past in the Turn 1 apex- easily flying past on the inside of the hairpin. I went back down and got on the inside for Turn 2, but he again got past in Turn 3- holding the inside with a roar from the Stadium crowd. I tucked in behind Max and attempted a lunge into Turn 4- bouncing over the curbing as Max slammed the door shut. This one small error allowed Max to leap forward, and I had to wait to get back up on him. In Turn 7, I gained a tun as he ran a tad wide- opening the door and allowing me to stick my nose in the small gap. The turbulent air made Max oversteer just a bit and forced him to make a fast correction- allowing me to get right up on the inside. As we straightened out, Max was throwing his right hand up in the air at me before grabbing the steering wheel to get into 8 on my inside. He got past me but couldn’t get clear as we broke for Turn 9. I flew over the hairpin apex and fought up the inside to prevent an overtake around the outside. Now Max had the inside for Turn 10 and he got a nose past me before we went right for Turn 11. Still side-by-side, we blasted down the straight- neither one of us wanting to give up an inch for the other. We battled right next to each other with about 2 inches of space between us. We went down the straight and I watched as my speedometer topped 190 before I slammed on the brakes on the inside. Max overshot his marker trying to get around me, but instead he flew up around the outside- allowing me to get past up the inside and clear a line through Turn 13. Behind both of us, Louie had fallen back about 3 seconds- still suffering behind our cars that were frankly very overpowered. We flew through the chicane and I felt the car briefly bottom out before going through Turn 16. Max was preparing a move similar to what he’d done last lap, and down the hill I could feel him closing. On the next lap, DRS would be able to activate and I’d be a sitting duck. I went defensive into Turn 18 and Max got up on my outside briefly before falling back- the defending work doing its job. I came out of Turn 19 and Max was trying a look around my outside that would quickly turn to the inside for the hairpin. I held my line and jammed EPB, but the boost wasn’t helping as Max too deployed the electrical advantage. He was right up along-side but I braked early in an attempt to recreate the move Max had made on me last lap. True to historical events, Max locked up the left-front and went straight on, allowing me to slip up the inside and power past. The engine yelled at me as I went up through the gears and pulled away from Max. We passed the start/finish line and I saw Max stay in whatever slipstream was left to gain. I flew up to 201 before slamming the brakes into Turn 1 without any pressure at all from Max behind. I flowed through the corners and felt the car doing its magic- twisting and turning with each curve and dip in the track. The car felt really dialed in, but despite how perfect I drove, Max was still there. He didn’t lose any ground over the course of the laps, but he didn’t gain any either- setting about the same times as me. On Lap 16, the tires were starting to fall off just a bit but to my surprise, Andy asked me to stay out another lap after I radioed in the status. And, to my frustration, Max went straight-on into the pit lane on Lap 17- the optimal pit window. “Are you kidding me?!” I exclaimed as I went down the long front-straight. “I said I was having tire trouble and you let him pit first? I’m leading, don’t I get the strategy calls?!” I broke into Turn 1 and got over the curbing on the apex before Andy responded. “Nothing we can do about it now. Bare down and stay focused. You’re boxing this lap.” I went through the lap as hard as I could and at the end of the back straight I pulled off the corner and down to the Pit Lane. I tapped the pit limiter and the engine started humming in monotone as the revs evened out. I went down the lane and pulled into the pit stall- stopping right on the mark as the team got everything changed. 4 tires on, 4 off, fuel added. I waited the 10 seconds and peeled out of the pit stall with the scream of tires and a cloud of smoke. I got back out onto the pit lane and went down- kicking myself forward to try to get that extra tenth. Come on… Come on!! I got out of the pit lane and released the limiter- flying out of the lane and bringing the speed up. Max was right behind me and was gaining impossibly fast, and he blasted by on the inside before the braking zone. I tried to hold it around the outside but the cold tires still had to get up to temperature, and I lost the spot as I fought a 4-wheel skid. “DAMNIT,” I shouted in frustration as Max got by. I got up to him but I couldn’t get by- forced behind in the Stadium. I went around the long, sweeping corner and felt the car trying to understeer in the wake of Max. I tried to get up to him through the flat-out chicane and closed in a little bit down the straight. I hovered in the slipstream of Max and abruptly cut out down to the inside. I was right alongside and Max started coming down- squeezing me to give me the bad line into 7. We almost collided and a tiny puff of smoke came out of the left front- signifying that we had indeed hit. Max flew off to the left and I ricocheted right before coming back up the racetrack to line up for Turn 7. “Tell Max, that was way too close! He almost knocked me out!” I blasted into Turn 7 with Max on my outside- holding the position with the speed he’d maintained. “Copy,” Andy simply replied as I went through Turn 8- now on the outside. I went up the inside of the hairpin and got past smoothly- cutting back down into Turn 10 as I got clear. Out of Turn 11, Max got right behind me and activated DRS as we went up the hill. I cut to the inside just as Max got a peek- making him brake and close the DRS as he tried a switchback move to my outside. “Jeb, both of you are driving dangerously. Keep it clean.” The warning made me furious but I couldn’t respond yet as I broke for Turn 12. Max couldn’t hold around the outside and I got past and performed the same move of cutting back across the apex. As soon as I got out of Turn 17, I keyed the mic. “Andy, Max squeezed me down! How could I avoid that, it’s either let him hit me or go down into the grass!” I broke for 18 and 19 before Andy responded. “That move on the straight there was a little risky. Just play it safe- we don’t want retirements here. You’re 20 seconds clear of third; don’t do anything stupid.” Max held in my slipstream and went down to the inside entering the Turn 20 hairpin. I went well wide and watched as the camber threw him back up the track, allowing me to come right back. We crossed the line to start Lap 20 and Max was coming back with the help of the DRS. I could feel the pressure as I went down the straight to the roaring of fans. At least we were providing a good show. I held in front of Max for the majority of the lap- defending feints and getting the good launches out of corners that I desperately needed. Max held behind me for the next ten or so laps, and with only 3 to go he made his move. Max got an incredible launch out of the Turn 13 hairpin and got up my inside in Turn 14, giving me a bad run for 15. He mounted the chicane curbs and bounced into the air- leaving the ground entirely before coming back down in a bright cloud of sparks. He somehow held it around the outside of my car in Turn 16 but I got clear in 17- just barely passing him as we got onto the fastest straight on the track. Max got into my slipstream and used the DRS to blaze past- clearing me halfway down the straight and coming back up the track to cut me off. I tried a lunge into the braking zone but he anticipated it perfectly and came across- hitting the apex perfectly and flying out of Turn 19. I kept in his line and didn’t attempt a move in Turn 20, knowing it would mess up my run down the straight. Instead, I waited patiently (and painfully) through the hairpin and used a good run off the camber to fly out on exit. I used EPB and closed on Max as I opened DRS. I practically floated as the car got up to speed and blasted around Max- leaving him in the dust down the longest straight on the track. Max was too far behind for a Turn 1 lunge, and with two laps left I could feel that victory was in my grasp. The car felt perfect around the Stadium corners, and I could take so much speed through the loops it was unbelievable. Max had started to reel me in little by little around the track but I told myself to stay focused as I crossed the line to start the final lap. Using the DRS, Max was right on top of me entering Turn 1- almost running into my rear wing as he locked up a little bit. I pulled away out of the corner but Max’s lunge had actually helped him a little bit- allowing him to catch up. He was practically on top of me in the long, looping Turn 3 as the stands came to life- 50,000 fans in this one section alone cheering us on in the thrilling fight for the lead. I pulled the car through Turn 4 but on the exit I ran a touch wide- losing a bit of control and giving Max an edge. He tried an outside look through Turn 5 but couldn’t make it work, electing to fall into line for 6. I got out of the corner and Max was right on me for the straight- trying to get a run. He looked inside and I went down, forcing him up the track and giving him the poor line in Turn 7. He got alongside but fell back as we went into 7. I tried to hold the speed but ended up going wide- opening a massive chasm on the inside that Max took with pleasure. I was up the inside for 8 but Max squeezed me down the track- slowing both of us down as we went through the loop. I was right on top of him in Turn 9- forcing him far down the track and giving him a poor exit that I attempted to utilize in Turn 10. However, Max was still alongside me, and he forced me down as well in the hairpin- slowing both of us down even more. He got up my inside in Turn 11 and I let him past as I elected to use DRS instead of fight too hard. I opened up DRS and got on his right side before the braking zone. I hit the brakes but locked up- running wide and giving Max the perfect chance up the inside as I went off in a huge cloud of white smoke. I collected myself just in time but the right front had a horrible flat-spot, vibrating terribly as I tried to take it around. “Crap, tires are done,” I radioed in as I tried to chase Max down through the Bradley Loop. The car understeered horribly but I gained a little bit- using DRS to get right next to Max down the backstraight. I was running out of time but got around before the corner. I flew through the corner but Max got an even better run on me- flying around my outside even without DRS down the straight. We were right next to each other in the hairpin and Max broke early as I fought my way down. The car ran wide despite me turning the wheel as hard as I could, and Max got up my inside and got clear. Max stuck his fist into the air as he crossed the line with myself close behind- shaking my head as I flew past the finish line. “Good fight,” I said to Max as I got alongside him for the cool down lap. “Ah, thanks bud,” Max said, sounding breathless and excited. “That was one heck of a race! I thought you had me down that straight, but great job.” I waved to the fans and opened up the visor- feeling the cool air hit my face as I went down the track. I kept on going over the one stupid lockup in my head- ruing the mistake as if it had killed my grandma. About 5 minutes and one cool down lap later, Max, Micheal and I were in the lounge. “Wow,” Micheal muttered as he looked at the timing. “Close fight, huh?” I nodded and took a sip of water as Max grinned. “Oh yeah,” Max said, standing up in preparation to recount the adventures of the Solarian GP. “There was that wreck at the start, and then we started pulling away, little by little. Well, Jeb got past despite my masterclass defending-“ Micheal rolled his eyes, but Max carried on. “And then came the pitstops. I got in first with Jeb coming in the next lap. I ended up getting past on the Turn 7 straight but then he just got past. I managed to get down under Jeb in 11 and in 12 he locked up big-time. And that’s pretty much it.” Micheal looked at me for conformation and I just shrugged in a, “Yeah, I guess,” manner. “You know, everyone says that I only make one or two mistakes per season,” I sighed, remembering the lockup. “Maybe that was the one.”
  8. DarkOwl57

    What did you do in KSP today?

    what mod is that?
  9. DarkOwl57

    Who is the most significant person on the forum to you?

    All the people who help in my writing, so... @Just Jim (Big help in WWK and Civil War) @adsii1970 (Let me use him in WWK) @MiffedStarfish (LATT consultant)
  10. Alright, so the school year's ending, and I need to get the chapters out fast. Ready? Steady? Go. Oh, forgot. My inspiration for this was basically a mix of the Hurrican Havey/Irma and throw some Katrina and other wild weather. Yes, I know a Cat 5 storm with Cat 3 size is impossible, but it's KSP. Anything can happen Oh, another thing! Y'all were wondering where Val is. Well look no further my friends. I drew some inspiration from @CatastrophicFailure's Kraken series's and made Val a Soviet. Okay, that's all. I think. If not then I'll just add it down below. Chapter 26: The Storm 1:00am, The next morning. Somewhere over the Sea of Kerbin. I could hear Alexis snoozing away next to me as I checked my phone on the plane ride back. The trophy sat in my bag, and I was still feeling the elation of the victory. Max was sitting a couple rows up from us, while Claire and Andy were going over notes on the race- interrupted only occasionally by deep yawns. The loud cry of the planes engines drowned out almost everything, but I kept scrolling through my social feed. Picture upon picture showed various moments from the race, and I “liked” all the ones that had me in them. Suddenly, I felt the plane tilt to the left drastically, as well as the familiar pushing on my back as the plane tilted up. Everyone’s head shot up immediately (Except Alexis, who was still out like a light and snoring softly). Max pulled his head out of his phone and looked back at me, like “What’s going on?” I shrugged and unbuckled. I got up out of the seat and carefully got past Alexis, almost tripping and flopping into the aisle. After I got out, I stumbled my way to the cockpit (As the plane was still tilted) I looked out the left windows and saw black ocean with white crests rolling across the surface about 3 miles below. The clear sky was illuminated by a bright Mun, which slowly rolled out of the window frames as the plane turned away. I finally got to the cockpit and took in the scene. The entire cabin was dark, except for a couple dials and switches that were illuminated. “Hey, what’s going on?” I asked over the engine noise. The copilot was at first a bit startled, but pointed out the windshield. “That’s what’s going on.” I looked forward and saw a massive rolling storm cloud at least 5, maybe 6 miles high. Lightning flashed through the cloud, which was rotating ominously. I gulped and rubbed my eyes to make sure that it was real. It was. “Holy crap,” I muttered. “Meet Superstorm Harey. Same storm we flew through on the way here- gained a ton of power over the sea and is currently breaking through the Kalban Mountains. It’s… Well, there’s no easy way to describe it. Basically, from what we’re seeing right now, it’s got the size of a Category 3 hurricane, but the strength of well over a 5. And… It’s broken into 2 storms. Hurricane Harey is the main storm that’s going along Greater Baskay. Hurricane Ira on the other hand, is heading up North, but a lot slower. What that is over there is the parts of the storm that didn’t make it through the mountain range.” What. “You’re serious?” I asked incredulously. The copilot rolled his eyes and didn’t respond, but I got a distinct, “Does it look like I’m kidding,” vibe. “So where are we going?” The navigator looked at me. “We don’t know. Currently, the best choice is Arcadia. If we go up somewhere north like Stihlgrad and refuel, we can wait until Harey passes Owlia and then slip between past Ira.” I nodded, and stepped back out after saying thanks. I stepped over Alexis’s legs and sat back down just as she woke up. “What’s up?” She asked as she blew a stray hair out of her face. I gave her a hug and sighed. “I really don’t know,” I replied nervously. For the first time in a long time, I had no idea what to do. 4:00am. Stihlgrad National Airport. Stihlgrad, Arcadian Union Rain pattered onto the roof and wings as we landed on the wet runway. Thunder flashed ominously and crashed through the clouds with a loud rumbling that I could hear over the jets. We came to a skidding halt and pulled down into the airport gate. I got up and unbuckled as everyone else did the same. I had to nudge Alexis awake, which turned out to be an almost fatal move as she almost punched me. When she’d realized I wasn’t some crazed serial killer, she asked, “Home already?” I shook my head and helped her up. “Had to make a slight detour by the looks of it,” I said, looking out the window. A tiny building about the size of an elementary school waited us as we got out of the plane and onto the bridge/tunnel thing that was between the door of the plane and the actual building. As soon as the doors opened, we were met with loud cheers and the blinding light of what seemed like thousands of cameras on flash. I quickly stepped back and shielded my eyes before they adjusted. The assembled crowd was going crazy- cheering and taking photos of Max and I as we came up to them. “Hello Arcadia!” I shouted, drawing a collective cheer from everyone. We started going down the line of fans- shaking hands with everyone and taking some pictures. As I started walking away to the next group of fans, I heard a loud and defiant, “ҤЭҰ!” I stopped and turned, looking for who shouted. A tiny girl- maybe 4 or 5- wiggled her way to the front of the crowd- pulling what appeared to be her mom behind her. “VДLЄЙГЇИД! SLФЩ DФШЍ!” The girl stopped right in front of me behind the small rope divider- beaming up at me. “I can’t believe it…” She whispered through a heavy accent. “It really you…” I kneeled down and smiled. “JЭБԐDЇДҢ ҚЄЯԠДЙ…” She looked amazed. “Hey,” I said, trying not to laugh. I’d never seen someone so stunned to see me in my entire life. “H-.. Hi mister Jebediah. You.. You’re the best driver in the world.” I couldn’t help but smile. I sat down on the floor, and the girl sat down next to me. “Call me Jeb,” I told the beaming child. “What’s your name?” “My name is VДLЭЙҐЇЍД ԞԐЯԠДЍФV,” she replied a bit nervously. “Hhmm, that’s a bit long and hard to pronounce,” I said with a fake tone of confusion. “How’s Val?” Valentina nodded, smiling. Just then, her mother snapped, “ШӉФ'S ҐҤЇS?” With a frown on her face. “JԐЬԐDЇДЊ ԞЄЯԠДЙ, ԠДԠД,” Val replied, looking up at her. “ҐӉЄ GЯЄДҐЄSҐ DЯЇVԐЯ ЇЍ ГҤЭ ЩФЯLD.” The mother shook her head. “ҰФЏ ҜЙФШ ӉФШ Ї ӺԐԐL ДБФЏҬ-“ She started, but Val looked up with little puppy dog eyes and caved. I just sat idly by, not knowing what they were saying. Val turned back to me and sighed. “Sorry about her,” She said. “My mama… She doesn’t like racing. Think is too dangerous.” I nodded. “She’s right, you know,” I said. “Racing is a really dangerous sport- especially K1. You saw the Temple race last year?” Val nodded. “Then you know how dangerous it can be. But it is incredibly fun. There’s nothing like getting out there, strapping on that helmet and just… going. You feel so free when you’re at the wheel of a car, going through Kerrena, or Lowe. Down through the KSC, the hill of Owlia, the speed of Halco… It’s.. It’s so amazing.” Val was staring up at me in awe. “Getting to drive in the greatest cars on the greatest tracks in the world; That’s what makes K1 worth it. Not the money, not the fame, not the fancy lifestyle. Just the ability to get out there on that track and do what you’ve been doing since you were a little kid. There’s… There’s no real way to describe it.” Val looked at me like I was some kind of super hero. I felt a tiny bit of pride as I looked back on all my moments of racing. “Some day, I’m going to be K1 driver, just like you,” Val said with a smile. “That would be fun,” I replied. “Maybe we’ll get to race against each other.” Val’s face lit up in a massive smile. “Would be fun,” she replied just as Alexis walked over. “Hi,” Val said, waving. Alexis smiled and waved back, before turning to me. “Hey, we’ve got to go. Ira’s getting here quicker than we thought, so we’re getting the heck out of here. Harey swept through the South and everyone’s panicking. Come on.” I got up and checked my phone. Sure enough, Ira was sweeping up past the Hook Islands and battering the North Coast of Basil. I quickly kneeled down to Val. “Hey, tell your mom to take y’all some place safe. There’s a really big storm coming up. Okay?” Val nodded and I stood up. “Good. Keep safe, and I can’t wait to race you.” I started jogging to the plane bridge went into the plane as the fans began to go back to their homes. Back in the plane, the rain had gotten heavier, and I could hear it pounding against the roof and windows. The engines volume rose up louder and louder as the throttle rose higher and higher. The lights started flashing and the plane pulled away from the gate as lightning forked through the sky with a rumble. I caught one last glimpse of the airport terminal with the last loyal fans looking out the window before I felt my head get knocked back. The plane launched forward with a yell and I watched the lights go past faster and faster- turning into a blur. The plane lifted up and off into the air with water trailing off the wings as it accelerated. I looked down on the small collection of buildings and sighed. I hope everyone'll be okay. 7:00am. River City, Owlia I felt the plane start to slow down and immediately sat up. I was still exhausted, but the anxiety of not knowing what would be left made it difficult to sleep. Max was nervously tapping his foot as he balanced his phone in his hands. I had tried to get through to Mom, but the call wouldn’t connect. I couldn’t get Dad either, but Kim assured me he was fine from the side of the pool at a Fegeland resort. “Are we home?” Alexis asked, waking up. One thing about Alexis; it’s 9+ hours of sleep or what I’ve affectionately dubbed as “Sloth Mode-“ really slow and groggy. I opened up the shade and gasped. The typical Owlian landscape looked like a post-apocalyptic hellscape. We were flying over Green Bay on the approach for River City International, but the peaceful coastal town was… gone. In its place, destroyed roads snaked between indistinguishable piles of timber and concrete. Farther south, the water levels had risen drastically, and entire towns were underwater. Eastwater- one of my favorite places to hang out when I wasn’t racing- was half-drowned. I could see small boats carving their way through the water and leaving a wake in their path. “Well?” She asked as the plane turned for what I assumed to be the runway approach. “I… I don’t know,” I replied, letting Alexis look out the window. I heard a quick gasp before the covered her mouth in shock. Her eyes grew to the size of plates, and I could see them dart around trying to see of this were all actually true. She sat back into her seat, still stunned and scared. We came down onto the runway and wheeled to the gate over damp tarmac. As soon as the plane pulled to a stop, I stood up and grabbed my bag from the overhead bin and started going to the front of the plane. We all quickly got down through the tunnel and out into the terminal, where there were numerous fans and reporters waiting. Cameras flashes clicked and rustled as we walked back to the baggage claim. We quickly got our bags and all of us (Even Alexis, who was in heels) ran to the parking garage. Despite the destruction we’d seen from above, the airport appeared to be relatively undamaged. I found my car and let out a tiny sigh of relief as I got in it. The engine fired up with a yowl that echoed throughout the garage, and Alexis covered her ears as she opened up her car. We all pulled out and got onto the road to leave, bracing for the worst. Only a mile in, we hit it. River City is split up into two parts- River City East and River City West. River City East was mainly industrial, with major apartment districts mixed in. This was also where the airport was located, but only because the terrain of the West was too hilly for an airport. The East is significantly lower in elevation than the West, which makes it significantly easier to flood or get damaged from flooding. We saw that right away. The roads were damaged with numerous pot holes, bumps, and total losses of roads all together. Debris crunched under our wheels, and more than once I had to rely on a push from Max to keep from getting stuck on a bump. Finally, we were forced to stop as we saw the closed road ahead. As we got out of the cars, water splashed up into the air with each step. “Yeah, I’m good,” Alexis called, looking out her window. I went up to the barrier and looked at the flooded road and the bridge to River City West. Behind us, Stars Stadium stood strong and resilient on the horizon. The road ahead was flooded at least 5, maybe 10 feet down. Less than 50 feet away, the River City Bridge rose out of the water and reached up to the other side. I walked back through the water to the rest of the line, where everyone was waiting. “Road’s useless,” I said, looking at the map. “If we go north up near Riverdale, there might be an open bridge somewhere. What do y’all think?” After consulting everyone, we decided to go around to another bridge. I got in my car and started driving. As we went through the destruction, I couldn’t help but look at the destruction. Everything was gone… 2 Days Later… “East River City is in a state of disrepair as thousands are left homeless by flooding and damage. Rescue efforts are still on-going at this time, with the Army and National Guard working with thousands more volunteers. Across the city, Stars Stadium- the stadium used by the River City Stars football and women's soccer teams- has opened its doors as a shelter. Across the river, the RiverBowl international competition has been halted temporarily as the Owlian National Team joins in relief efforts.” … I clicked off the TV and walked out of the Stars dressing room through crushing silence. It had been just 2 days since the storm hit, and now Harey was going east at a stunning rate- nearing closer and closer to Erusea, Delras, and Alecton. Just last night, the storm had pummeled Aquaria, and the images were devastating. To the north, Ira had crushed the Southern cities of Arcadia and the northern cities of Basil, KSKM, and portions of Eradica. Port Gorodsky had been practically wiped out, but the dry terrain had made the storm stall out before doing too much damage to cities like Arcovy or Stihlgrad. I walked out of the tunnel and sucked in a breath of warm, stale air. The arena with room for at least 100,000 was dead-silent. There were a few whispers from somewhere, but besides that, the air was dead still. A baby’s cry echoed through the stadium as its wail bounced off the huge walls. Someone coughed quietly, and that too echoed. I looked up and saw the stadium with its blue and white walls ringing the ginormous interior. Names of famous players stood proud and bold on the banners, and flags rustled quietly as they blew in a faint wind. I’ve never felt so… small. I started walking out and heard a small gasp behind me. I turned and saw a lady about Alexis’s age staring at me in shock- her eyes huge. “That’s Jebediah Kerman,” She whispered to her family. “Jebediah Kerman?” Someone else asked. I walked onto the empty field and heard as my name kept getting whispered louder and louder- spreading through the crowd like a wild fire. Soon, the once silent crowd was an ocean of noises- 102,000 voices roaring and rumbling together. I stepped onto the blue and silver Stars logo and the crowd started to hush. I noticed there was a hole in the roof and sunlight shined down on a spot just to my left. I looked around and saw that the rest of the team had come out- holding everything from food to water to blankets. I grinned and turned back to the crowd. “Come on!” I shouted loudly, my voice echoing. “We’ve got food!” … “Thank you,” An elderly lady said to me as I gave her one of the 6-packs of water. To my right, who I assumed to be her husband was struggling to pick up an 8-pack. I went over and helped him out- lifting it up for him. “Got it?” I asked as he took the pack and buckled a bit under the weight before adjusting his balance. He nodded and I saw tears in his eyes. “Thank you,” he sighed, looking up at me. “It’s good to know that young people like you are still willing to step up and take charge. I remember my time back in Granderia in 1964. I had just gotten out of school to fight in the war and I was assigned to-“ His wife patted his arm and sighed, “Let’s go,” where they went to Max handing out blankets. As the vet continued his story, Max shot me a bewildered look that practically screamed, “Why’d you send him to me?!” I chuckled, shook my head, and turned to the next storm victim in line. “Hi there,” I said as the next walked up. It was the same lady who had first noticed me. She looked about my or Alexis’s age, and I had a lingering suspicion I’d seen her somewhere. (Why yes, you have seen her! It was 10 minutes ago when you were walking out of the tunnel! Shut up.) She had sharp blue eyes that seemed to pierce me, and sweeping blonde hair. I noticed a couple scrapes on her arm- likely from the storm. “You’re the first one to recognize me today,” I said as I checked the water levels. “Really? Everyone in the Brook District knows who you are.” She twisted a couple strands of hair around through her fingers. “Ah, Brook! I had a friend who lived there. What street?” She smiled. “43rd and 92nd- right across from Czarinsky’s Deli.” “No kidding! My friend lived on 42nd!” As soon as I said that, I remembered the fact that the two streets weren’t only on the other sides of the district, but mortal enemies of the other. Her eyes darkened, and I coughed, “Oh, water. Right.” I grabbed the pack and my arm muscle chose to bulge up then- making her eyes pop out to about the size of a dinner plate. “Helloohmygodmarryme,” she muttered as I put the pack on the table. I sighed and brushed my hands on my shirt. “Need anything else?” I asked with a smile. She opened her mouth and was just about to reply, but was interrupted as Alexis swooped in seemingly out of nowhere. “Hey there,” Alexis said as she gave me a hug. “Need any help?” I swear I saw the strangers lip pout as I replied, “All good here.” Alexis smiled and went down the line. I looked and Max was half-rolling on the ground, silently laughing at me. I stuck my hand under the table where no-one else could see and flashed a finger up- making him let out a loud, “HA” noise. Unfortunately, this happened the very second Alexis passed. “What?” She asked, whirling at Max angrily. “uh.. Uhm.. Nothing!” Max answered, trying to smile innocently. “Sorry, Major,” the vet said, saluting. Max and Alexis both turned to look at him, and I swear I saw his cheeks go red. “Just a thought,” He mumbled as he went off to the next station. Alexis shook her head and walked away. Max and I looked at each other and I couldn’t help but burst out laughing- falling on the table and knocking my shoulder in the process. It felt good to get a laugh out like that. It felt really darn good.
  11. DarkOwl57

    What did you do in KSP today?

    I.... I think I'm in love
  12. Chapter 25 on the horizon! Ready? Set? Go Chapter 25: Tekkia 5:00am, 4 Days later. Somewhere over the Sea of Kerbin. I was jolted out of my sleep with a shake. About three hours before, we had taken off from River City International, which was not fun. The Kafrica rounds were always dreadful, and we had three of them to start the season. As I woke up, I tried to figure out what had shaken me awake. Then, it happened again. Alexis mumbled something next to me and I raised the shutter to look out. The sound of the engine droned on as I peeked out the window. Raindrops streaked sideways across the plastic window, like the drops on the windows of a car on the highway. The wing was covered in a green flash of light for only a split second, and I saw buckets of rain falling down around the plane. Just as the light flashed off again, lightning illuminated everything in a bright white glow with a rumble. I shook my head and lowered the shade, leaning back in my chair. Another jolt of turbulence made the cabin rattle, and Alexis woke up with a yawn. “What?” She asked sleepily- blinking slowly a couple times as she sat up. “What time is it?” I checked my watch. “About five in the morning,” I replied, yawning myself and giving her a rub on the arm. “Just a thunderstorm, it’s okay.” Alexis nodded and laid her head on my left shoulder. “Mhmm, kay. G’night,” She mumbled before passing out. I smiled and rested my cheek on her hair, which smelled like flowers. “Goodnight,” I replied softly, closing my eyes as the plane got closer to the race. 1:00pm, 2 Days later. Qualifying for Round 2 of 10: Tekkia. Port Vargo, Tekkia Thunder rattled the garage as we looked out at the rain-soaked track. The skies were a dismal and gloomy shade of grey, and lightning flashed angrily in forks shooting down from the clouds. The rain kept falling in sheets like bullets, and the wind howled as it whipped through the city streets. We had been waiting for about an hour for qualifying to get started, but the rain was so fierce that the series had red-flagged the session; not wanting to risk a crash. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I would have gone out there- even if the session was started in these conditions. “H-h-h-how is-s it s-s-s-so co-cold?” Alexis shivered through clenched teeth as she huddled up in a fashionable winter jacket. I shook my head and sat next to her- giving a hug to warm her up. “Better?” I asked after giving her arms a rub-down. She shook her head and picked her feet up into the chair- curling up into a ball for a bit extra warmth. I looked out at the track and saw the raindrops falling harder- splashing water drops into the air as they hit. The official rulebook said that if the session didn’t start within 70 minutes from the scheduled start, then qualifying would be decided by practice times. As soon as I poked my head out of the garage again, lightning flashed with a crashing, rolling boom. Something tells me this won’t go by practice, I thought to myself before retreating as a massive raindrop fell onto my hair and rolled down the back of my firesuit, making me bend my back in a fairly unnatural angle to get it off. Max, on the other side of the garage, was sipping out of a jet-black bottle with a very inconspicuous Monster Energy logo on the side. Even though he’d moved teams, Monster had (for some reason) kept sponsoring Max. Plus, as he said, “The thing looks so cool. Even if they hadn’t sponsored me, I’d still use it.” He looked at a screen with Claire right next to him- watching the screen intently. I walked over and saw that they were looking at a weather radar, which showed a seemingly unending sheet of yellow, with red blotches scattered in as if it was dealing with a nasty rash. “Not ending, huh?” I asked dejectedly as the rain fell down even harder outside. The storm cell was massive and slow-moving. It was the same cell that had woken me up on the flight over here, and it didn’t look to be letting up anytime soon. From what I’d heard, it started out as a sandstorm in the Kolus Desert- just to the west across a small strait from Port Vargo. Claire shook her head. “Maybe sometime tomorrow afternoon,” She replied unhappily, biting the bottom right corner of her lip. “But not now. It’ll be a miracle if we use dries in the race.” Just then, an announcement came over the intercom that the session was cancelled because of the weather. I clapped and stood up- rubbing my hands as Andy walked in. “Alright, let’s pack it up!” He shouted at the crew as they all got up. “Go ahead and stack up the tires over there. Make sure to cover the car, too. Alright? We’ll go at this again tomorrow.” 6:00pm, The next day. Round 2 of 10: Tekkia. Port Vargo, Tekkia “Welcome, to Round 2 of this captivating 2037 World Championship! Tonight, 22 drivers are looking to take victory on this stunning city circuit. Consisting of 20 turns, this track is both fast and technical- making drivers rely on both their cars and their talent. Last week, 2035 champion Jebediah Kerman stormed to victory as he proved he was back on top. But now, as the field comes to Vargo, the drivers, teams, and fans have been thrown a massive curve. With rain all throughout the weekend, the track is full of unknowns. How will the cars react to the track? What setup will work? With everything on the line, the spotlights have never shone brighter. The 2037 Tekkian Grand Prix is on now." … I looked up at the sun and saw it starting to set upon the western coast. Off near the beach, white rolling waves washed up on the shores, and just beyond I could see the final retreating hints of the massive cell that was making news headlines around the world. According to the weather radars, the storm was steadily making its way southeast, towards the Kalbans. If the storm was what everyone predicted, it would end up scattering over the mountain ranges. Right now, the sky was turning orange and yellow, shifting from a sweet blue to a fire as small clouds hovered miles above. Cool coastal air whispered as it came through the city streets, and I felt a small bit of spray hit my face while I walked to the car. The weather was perfect for a race, and I knew it would be amazing. I was lined up on Pole position after a good practice run, with Max lined up right behind. The track had dried out nicely, and now only a couple patches of wetness were scattered around the track. Earlier, to Max’s amusement, marshals had gone out and dried the track off with an army of leaf-blowers, focusing mainly on the Turn 1 Tunnel. I stepped up to the car and waved to a couple reporters who were assembled around the car. As I put the helmet on, Alexis came up to my left. I stepped back out of the car and gave her a quick hug. “Knock ‘em dead,” She told me with a smirk, and I smiled. “Will do,” I replied as we separated. I sat into the car and got buckled in as the team started unplugging various wires and tubes. A large cooling duct was pulled out of the main radiator and I felt its cold wind wash over me for a brief second before the team set me down. The cars engine roared to life and I watched behind as a tiny puff of steam came out of the main duct. For this race the team had outfitted the car with a T-wing modification, which would provide a bit more downforce at a Straight-line speed cost. Of course, considering that the track didn’t have that many long straights, this shouldn’t be too much of a problem. The formation lap got underway and I practically leapt off of the grid slot. The car didn’t falter as the wheels gripped nicely into the tarmac- handling the smooth surface with ease. I went into Turn 1 and saw hundreds- if not thousands of fans in the sold-out stands. Despite the horrible weather all weekend, the fans had all come back tonight for the great show that was bound to come. “35 Laps,” Andy told me as I weaved into Turn 2. “Be smooth, be smart. You’ve got a short run into the first turn but don’t do anything stupid. Get a lead and hang onto it. Sounding good?” I went through Turn 3 and hit the radio. “Perfect. What’s the weather looking like?” The car seemed to float over the ground as I broke for Turn 4- trying to warm up the brakes and tires. “No chance of rain. Sunset’s going to be beautiful over the water. Clear skies through the sunset all night long. I think the Stella Compass will be out- I’ll make sure to take a picture for you. Apparently there’s supposed to be a full Mun that’ll be getting some incredible light, so if we have a power outage we’ll still be able to race likely. Temps at race start is at 72º, going to drop down to the mid-60’s by the end of the race. 40% humidity right now, which is looking to stay stable throughout the race. Wind coming out of the South at around 4 miles per hour, which will not change at all.” By the end of the report I had gone all the way into Turns 6 and 7, preparing to go into Hammerhead. “That enough info?” I chuckled as I turned into the double-apex. “Yeah, I think that’s good,” I replied entering Turn 10. “Plenty of info on hand here. Thanks.” I flew through the technical city complex and saw fans waving at us from the tops of the roofs. Some held flags, and I saw the red of Owlia, the blue of Tekkia, and of course the solid colors of race teams. I dove into the Turn 14-15 hairpin, and clipped the curbing. I jammed the throttle and felt the wheels skitter as I warmed them up. The sun was glowing over the tops of buildings, and out of Turn 18 I saw it in all its glory. Thankfully, I had a couple of tinted tear-offs on the visor that would help me to not get blinded. Still, it was beautiful. “God, that’s amazing,” Max sighed over my radio behind me. “I got you just perfect with the sun- I can see the rays going off your car.” As I went down the straight, I saw the waves cresting with a white foam as they washed up on the beach. I dove down into Turn 19 and felt the track tilt away before coming back to me. Then it was down the second-longest straight on the track. The crowd cheered as we passed, and I shifted down. The engine yelled, and I got an equal response from the fans. “Launch Mode 1, Engine to P-3. Rich revs.” I did what I was instructed to do and pulled down into the first grid slot as I came out of Turn 20. “Good luck, bud.” The car settled into the stall and I watched as the rest of the field filed into their spots. In my mirror, I saw the T-wing modification and its second layer. Just underneath it. The sunlight glinted off the ocean water behind me as well as off the cars themselves- being especially bright against the lighter cars. Finally, a green flag waved in the back. A single light came on above me and Felt my heart rate speed up. Two lights. I revved up and the engine hummed as the tension built. Three. I pushed the clutch in and pushed down further. The revs were now free to go up as high as they wanted, and they rose from a hum to a scream. Four. The crowd roared and I saw the spotlights flicker on as the sky began to darken. Five. My middle finger rested on the clutch as my left thumb hovered over the bright green EPB button. The lights went out and I dumped the clutch out. The car leaped out of the starting spot and I waved the wheel as I fought a tiny amount of wheelspin. Max got a similar start but it was way better than the cars behind us, and we held our spots. The car yelled as it revved up through the gears, and with the power boost I managed to get out fast. The car got up about 50 meters per second before I went into the tunnel and blasted through Turn 1. The car slid a bit, but I kept the throttle in- hitting the curb and flying out of the corner. Max stayed in my line and I saw his car spark off the ground on the exit of the corner and threw yellow into the face of Louie- the replacement driver for Max at Monster. I broke hard and flew over the Turn 2 curbing. I heard a tiny buzz as I went over it at the high speeds, and the car stuck into the ground perfectly. Through Turn 3, the car seemed to float over the apex. I took the car wide up the track and got up about a couple feet from the wall before coming back down the track to get set up for Turn 4. Max came up and looked down my inside, which would turn into the outside for 4. I left him the room and he utilized the power boost to get right up next to me. We went side-by-side for the entry and I got past up the inside as Max backed off. We blasted down the straight and Max held right behind me- waiting for a mistake that I wasn’t planning to give. The city buildings blurred as they passed, and our engines echoed off the concrete and steel walls. As I broke into Turn 5, I looked back and saw Max hang right with me. We both clipped the curbing and I heard a deep rumble as I passed over. Behind both of us I heard a squeal as someone locked up, and I saw a white cloud of smoke fly up into the air as Max’s car covered whoever made the mistake. The buildings opened up to a wide area as the city skyscrapers were replaced with grandstands of fans. The track widened out and I went up to the outside to get a good line for Turn 6. Max held in the slipstream but didn’t make a lunge into the heavy braking zone. The left-sides went over the curbing for the chicane and I snapped back to the right. The tires just missed the curb and I went up the track on the exit as I tried my best to get back out of the corner. Max was trying to get an advantage, but he took the curb a bit too aggressively and fought a snap of oversteer on corner exit. I used this to my advantage and flew out of the corner with the help of a bit of power boost. I broke into Turn 8 and felt the car hold the grip as it went through the high-speed corner. Max was right behind me and I saw a camera crane raise up and follow the field as I went through Turn 9. The shots through there were always amazing, as the buildings created a kind of canyon where the cars seemed to pop out of nowhere and blast past. I kept off the tiny curb through 9 and flew out of the corner before letting off the gas for Turn 10 and 11. The car coasted through the high-speed double-apex, and I weaved in and out around the corners at full-speed. I hit the brakes for Turn 14 and the left-front spat a tiny whip of smoke into my face before releasing and turning in. I got insanely close to the inside barrier at Turn 15 and almost hit it, but I knew I had some room and kept turning in. The car rocketed out of the Turn 16 curve (It’s not really a turn, but more like a continuation of Turn 15) before I broke for Turn 17. I ran up to the exit curb, trying to make the car as wide as possible as I came down- dust shooting up as the aero literally sucked it up like the worlds fastest vacuum cleaner. The car got off the curb and I went down the track to enter Turn 18. I clipped the curb right on-target, and flew through the apex and down the straight. The car hit its max speeds down here, and I saw the speedometer top out at about 180 before I hit the brakes. Down the longest straight on the track, the sunset went into my face as it set across the water. The tint was doing its job well, but I still had to squint a bit to see down the track. Rays of light shined across the apex of Turn 19, and I found my braking mark and turned in. The car screamed as it flew through Turn 19, and I almost lost the car as the track dipped down away from me and the car got light. I held the throttle in and kept the speed as I flew out of the corner. I felt the tires connect back into the track and heard a scratch as it bottomed out off a bump down the straight. I hit the brakes for Turn 20 and the car slowed down hard and fast, allowing me to shoot through the corner off the apex. After the corner, I crossed the start/finish line to start the second lap. In my mirror, Max was about a second or two back; just out of the effective DRS range that came on Lap 3. The gap slowly grew out each lap off of minuscule gains around the track. A smooth corner there, a fast entry here, a fast fun into Turn 19- small tenth or hundredth gains that all accumulating into a cool 7-second lead by the first pit stop on Lap 15. I crossed the line to start the lap and I heard Andy call me in. I didn’t respond and instead dove down into Turn 1 at max speed. I buzzed over the sweeping curb of the first turn and felt the car gently slide up the track; the cars way of quietly and passively warning me that I was teetering on the limit. The sun had gone down beyond the horizon, but you could still see the dim amber glow of sunlight against the inky sky. The spotlights shone bright on the track as I blasted around Turn 3 and the car just barely yelped on the rev limiter before I shifted up. The car was driving wonderfully in the corners, and I could feel that it was supreme over everyone else. The tires still had a lot of life left in them, but I knew there was still a lot more time to be found around the track. I blasted over curbs and temporarily leapt up into the air before sitting down on the ground. This years cars were so much faster than prior. The engines made the cars a lot more powerful, and the aero allowed for insane levels of grip. OTech definitely had the upper hand over the course of the races, and I couldn’t help but feel like we’d sweep the championship this year. I saw the sunset’s final hurrah as I went down Christen Street- the massive straight between Turns 18 and 19. Before I went in, I tore off the tinted wrap- my vision now changing from smokey grey to a kind of yellow to help combat the spotlights of the night. Finally, I pulled into the pit lane- activating the limiter and listening to the engine change from a quiet hum to a loud buzz as the revs leveled out. I went around the pit boxes and pulled right into OTech’s- stopping right on the mark and watching the red light intently. The team got 4 tires off, and put 4 right back on seemingly a second later. I waited as the fuel went into the car, and finally the light went green as the car dropped. I hit the gas and the car blasted out of the pit stall- smoke trailing off of the wheels as they spun out of the box. I got out onto the “fast lane,” and finally got out onto the track. Max had already flown past, and I got back on track fast as I tried to regain the position lost. Micheal was closing, but I held the inside line through Turn 1 and kept ahead of him- though just barely. With fresher tires, a full tank of fuel, and a much faster car, I was gone by Turn 3. I couldn’t help but laugh as Micheal slowly shrunk away in the mirrors. The car flew through the tight corners, and I was finally able to punch it down the 18-19 straight. I utilized DRS down the straight and blasted into Turn 19. Now quick thing on DRS. The rules are that you can use DRS when you’re behind someone. It doesn’t matter if you’re half a second behind or half a minute. However, the best time to use DRS is when you’re less than a second behind. That way, you get both slipstream and DRS to make the car incredibly slippery through the air. However, if you were in first place, you couldn’t use DRS, which is why I both loved and hated being in the lead. The left side skid plate sparked as the suspension swayed and making the edge scrape the ground with a tiny spark. The car floated up to the outside and I carried the speed onto the exit curbing. I heard a loud rumble as the entire left side of the car shook on the bumpy strip. I came back down and looked at the steering wheel, which was showing I was going at about 170. I flew into Turn 20 and slammed over the curbing- launching the right-sides up briefly before they came back down. The tires gripped into the track and even though it was made of smooth concrete, they bit into the surface. I blasted past the pit exit and saw Max pulling out towards the track well behind me. As I blazed through Turn 1, the car felt perfect. Just enough oversteer to make the corner fun but enough understeer to make the car feel settled. Above, the sky was a dark inky black with stars scattered around and sparkling like diamonds. I downshifted into Turn 2 and felt the turbo give a tiny pop before I accelerated out of the corner. I stretched out a lead to Max- setting fastest laps as I blazed around the track. The wider cars had proved to be a great change for the season, and I’d never felt as much grip. However, with all this speed, I was pushing the engine really hard. On Lap 26 of 30, Andy came over the radio to give me the warning. “Jeb, the factory’s warning us that you might be pushing too hard. The engine hasn’t been tested this hard yet, and we can’t afford a retirement. Turn down to Lean, please.” I tried to protest, but it was no use and I complied. “Max is 20 seconds back. No pressure.” I still pushed hard down the straights and ended up running a bit wider than usual out of Turn 19 with just two laps to go. “Jeb,” Andy said in a warning tone. “I know, I know,” I replied as I collected the slide from going over the curb. “No more going crazy.” On the final Lap, Max had closed in to 18 seconds, but it was pointless. I pulled out of the Turn 15 hairpin and the crowd was roaring. I flew into 19 and slid the car through the apex- laying down four faintly black lines on the tarmac. Halfway down the straight, I let off the gas and coasted into the corner. I hit the curb and came up the track before going back down. 100 meters. The team was waving and cheering. I started weaving up and down the track. 75. I stuck my hand up into the air and felt the wind grab at it. 50. The cars engine whined as it revved down and lost speed from the weaving. 25. The checkered flag started waving above, and I could see its waving black and white surrounded by a blinding white-light as it crossed over a spotlight. 0. Blue and white fireworks blasted up into the air and yellow flares shot up as I passed them. The crowd roared louder than I’d ever heard them; their yells mixing with the booming thunder of fireworks. “WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!!! YES! AHH YES GUYS! THANK YOU!” I finally stopped weaving before Turn 1 (No use wrecking the car after all), and waved to the fans. “Amazing car, you guys. Awesome race.” I slowed down and held my hands up to make the number 14 again. This time, along with cheers and applause, the fans returned the salute. “Great job, Jeb. Superb drive, perfect run. You had us all going there on that last corner- I’m pretty sure Matty had a heart attack back in Owlia.” I chuckled and was about to reply when a loud victorious scream came over the radio- cutting me off and deafening me at the same time. “YEEEEEEHHAW!!! YES GUYS! What a fight. I swear, Micheal looked like he was going to pass me there out of the corner, but I somehow held on. Woo boy!” I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit and turned in for 2. “Guys, that was an amazing race there. I want to think that somewhere, Phil was smiling down on us.” The fans returned the salute as I went through Turn 3, and Andy came over the radio. “I agree, buddy,” He replied warmly. “Phil would have been proud.” The crowd at the Sand Straight was the loudest and most encouraging, and I saw almost everyone holding up their hands. Max got up behind me and started the salute, where he stayed up behind the whole cool-down lap. At the end of the lap, I pulled down into the podium and stopped right on the P1 mark. I shut off the engine and started getting out as Max and Micheal pulled in. The team was cheering and yelling as I stepped out of the cockpit, and I went over to give some high-fives. “You killed us,” Max sighed as he got up behind me. I laughed and turned- giving him a handshake and hug. We walked inside the lounge and I saw a painted mural on the wall. Blue and white paint was still drying, but I chuckled as I saw my face, triumphant as I lifted up the trophy. I couldn’t help but laugh and look near the bottom- where Max and Micheal were looking at each other with their fists raised. “I was going to get you, too,” Micheal muttered as he too looked at the mural. While the two told me the story about their fight in the lounge, I sat down and got a drink. When it was finally done, I learned that Micheal had actually gotten past for a brief moment before Max got through with just a couple laps to go. “The car’s so grippy,” I told Max after he was finished. “Turn 19 is so fast, it’s almost unreal. Did you have any oversteer problems with the worn tires?” Max shook his head. “It really did love new tires, though. It just felt so connected.” “Oh yeah, it was amazing,” Max agreed. “The car really doesn’t like being behind other cars, though. Those first couple laps, the understeer was awful. I really had to work to keep it on the track.” We talked for a few more moments before it was time to head out onto the podium. I could hear the booming voice through the walls as we waited in line. “In third place, MonsterGP’s Micheal Kerman!” There were cheers and Micheal walked out of the door and onto the podium. “In second place, OTech Race Team’s Max Kerman!” Louder cheers met us as Max walked out, waving to the crowd as a bright light created a cool silhouette. Now, I got ready. “And, in first place, for OTech Race Team, Jebediah Kerman!” I ran out and jumped into the air as confetti blasted up into the air. As I went to the top step, I waved and got a loud roar from the crowd. I got my trophy (As did Max and Micheal) and listened as the anthem played over the speakers. Finally, it was time to spray the champagne. I was overjoyed. I’d taken the first 2 races of the season, and Max was a cool 14 points back from me. I felt on top of the world. The team smiled up at me and I held the trophy up above my head in celebration. Fireworks blasted overhead, casting flashing shadows on the ground as they blew up in ginormous balls of light. I looked up at the sky and saw the same star gleaming high above us. Phil approved.
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    [Whitelisted] [Modded] Forum Minecraft Group

    So it's May, about five months since my last post on the server. It's been a while, hasn't it? Time to check in. Sanctuary Nothing much has changed, actually. There's a new addition to the Rocket Garden in the form of one that we can't even see because of the clouds. Check it out if you want. Uh... What else... OH! Soon (and I'm talking like within the week), we'll have sports arenas in Paradise, Sarim, Sanctuary, Paradise Valley, a tiny village, and Wilderness! These areas will play host to Baseball, Basketball, Archery, and Rover Tracks. These areas are all meant to be part of the USA (United Sporting Association- 100% unintended acronym), which I hope you'll take part in. Besides that, there's nothing much. Sanctuary's not changed much- still the charming, happy city/town we all know and love. Paradise Various changes have gone on here, but not at the same time. The most significant difference (at least for me) isn't even visible from the sky. To go with the theme of towers, I've constructed a vast underground parking garage. With two lots (possibly 3, depending on how much free time I get), the lots can hold multiple rovers (cars) if you wish. (Also, to the person with the tower that was being constructed half-underground, Apologies to you. I may have used the clay frame to form the border for Lot B... And the stone slabs... Sorry I do hope all of you will take part in our nice little server- we'd love to have you. Until we see you on the server or the discord, we'll see you soon!
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    A Thread for Writers to talk about Writing

    Well, in LATT, I'm naming everything based on the names given by other players in the RP. See, LATT operates in a modified KP map. As such, physical areas are named either by the players themselves, or I give them appropriate names based on the terrain and the nation's "history." Example: Owlia is flanked to the East and West by mountains. The West border forms the border between Owlia and Basil, hence the name: The Border Mountains. To the East, however, I just put "Mountain" into Google Translate for Spanish and got "Calida," hence the name "Calidan Mountains."
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    So what song is stuck in your head today?

    This: As well as some various country songs.