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- Heaven's Fence
- Anathema-Kure
- Justin Jectlol
Prologue:
To make better sense of this race story, Matts words are in Green, and Kenjis are in blue. Thank you for the time you took to read this, and I hope you enjoy this production.
EDIT: The uploading system for GTPlanet refuses to let me upload my pics right now. I am putting placeholders of what car they are until I can get the pictures uploaded. I am sorry for the missing pictures.
Chapter One: The Beginning of a Legend
RING! RING! RING!
I try to smack the alarm clock off, miss, and fall right out of bed, yet again. I slowly wake up, enslaving myself to another boring, dull day where I question my existence on this planet called Earth. My name? Kenji Yamamoto, a 22-year old McDonalds cashier in the bustling city of Boston, Massachussets.
I finish beating my alarm clock into the ground, and walk downstairs. I open the fridge, and see the disgusting array of food that my friend, Matt, buys. (Yuck Organic food is so wrong ) Oh well. At least my milk and cereal arent organic. Matt, of course, is sleeping in until 11:00 AM, which is normal for him. As I eat my Froot Loops, I start my computer and see what new spam I have in my inbox. YAY.
I delete all of it (2000 spam messages.), Im going to get ready to take the bus to work. YET AGAIN. Welcome to the world of traffic. However, I just barely save a nice, friendly message from the destruction engine: Mr. Kenmore, who owns the used car dealership right down the road, might have some cars that might fit into my budget of $10,000 dollars Ive saved up since, well, 4 years ago.
I wake up Matt and tell him to go get ready to go the car lot.
I walk down to the car lot with Matt (and his *amazing* laptop. Great.)I see 5 cars, all in different amazing (sort of) poses:
A 1996 Nissan 180SX (SR20 engine), white, 3 different owners, 26,000 miles. $9,341.
Hmmm Im not too sure I liked it, since it looks (and sounds) like rice, and it eats almost all of my savings.
A 1986 Toyota AE86 Trueno, red/black, 54,550 miles. $6,783.
Now this is cool, but from what Matt says, the reliability isnt all that great, and it needs a lot of work (badly cutting my savings down.)
A 1990 Honda CRX, gray/black, 234,000 miles, $3.990.
I definitely think that Mr. Kenmore wants this ricer crap gone from the dealership.
However, I am NOT going to buy it. Ugly, slow, the only thing good it has going is the price.
A 1986 Toyota MR2 G-Limited Supercharged Edition, red, 37,457 miles, $5,000.
Now this is cool. It is a rare edition, and for that price, it is a great bargain.
There may be better deals,, though and the last car is one of them.
A 1997 Mitsubishi Mirage Cyborg-ZR, blue, 12,043 miles, one owner, $7,500.
This is great. Low mileage, and it comes with a basic parts tuning kit that comes with flywheel, clutch, sport exhaust, ROM chip, turbocharger (stage 1) basic race suspension, and basic racing transmission. It also has black (apparently racing) Alfa Romeo wheels. The kit is already in place, so I just have to change the oil if I buy it.
Id say buy the Mirage. For coming with all that equipment, the low mileage, and the price are just screaming for you to buy the car.
Are you sure? It kind of looks ricey with those wheels
I just Googled those wheels after taking a picture, and those are, oddly enough, off of the Alfa Romeo 155 Race Car.
.
Is that a yes or a no?
Alright, Ill take your word for it, for once. Ill buy the Mirage.
I pay Mr. Kenmore, and he thanks me for my patronage (whatever that means.?)
I drive to the nearest auto parts store (Advance Auto Parts) and buy 4 quarts of oil.
As soon as I get home, the first thing I do is change the oil. It isnt that bad, but has the consistency of black watery oatmeal. Yuck. Matt takes one look and immediately goes into the house and throws out all the oatmeal we have. (Fortunately, it isnt that much)
Luckily, he didnt throw up.
After that, I give the car a wash, park it in the garage, and go to bed.
Zzzzzz .
Next morning, and I am rudely awakened by the sound of the neighbors Chihuaha, instead of the alarm clock.
Great. I find the paintball gun I have hidden and fire a barrage of nice, pleasing red paintballs. About ¾ find their way to the dog, covering it in a nice red coat of paint.
I then quickly run in the house and hide the gun. I then get ready for work, stare at the car in the driveway for 5 minutes, and head out to work..
500 May I take your orders? later, and I am on the way home. However, I see a older man in his sixties having trouble with his car.
I realize what the car is, and my jaw drops to the ground. Then the man comes around the car, and if miracles are possible, this is one of them: Rick Hendrick, the owner of Hendrick Motorsports and owner of one of the worlds best car tuning operations.
Im in total shock as he comes around.
He asks me if I can help, and the best I can stammer out is sure ..
We soon get his car going again. Before he leaves, though, he hands me a piece of paper and says: Son, you have a real, honest look about you. I like people who take time out of their busy day to help an old man. There arent many people around here that will anymore.
I cant help you now, but that piece of paper has some information that will lead you to someone I know who can. Thank you for helping me.
He then drove off, and Im still standing there in total shock. I very slowly get into the Mirage, and wonder if it wasnt all a dream
As soon as I get home, Matt is wondering what is up. I tell him the story, and show him the paper afterwards.
. Part of this is contact info for a race at Trial Mountain
Trial Mountain?
You know, the racing circuit in the mountains west of here. Its only 20 miles from here.
Yeah, I sort of remember it. Really hilly, and very technical. Anyway, what does the rest of it say?
.. If Im reading this right, it is contact info for a representative of a tuning company that will be at the race at Trial Mountain. The race is also in two days.
You cant be serious.
Yes, I am.
Matt cant joke around or lie at all. So, it must be true.
Great. Just great. A race in two days, and I havent even taken a thorough look inside the car.
Well, while you were working, I took the liberty of looking through some tuning tips and files for Mirages and other cars, and I have a general knowledge of the cars parts and how to change the settings through the tuning equipment.
I stare at Matt in amazement. Never in his whole life has he done anything as useful as that. I think for a few minutes, and finally decide:
Well, good, because Ive made up my mind: Im going to that race, and Im going to win it. Give me that computer so I can see this tuning stuff.
Now its Matts turn to stare in amazement.
Dude, you cant be serious. There is no way that a rookie can win that race.
Want to prove it? Remember, I used to race karts for a year when I was 10. Im not your everyday so-called rookie.
Matt sees the serious look in my eyes, and decides to do this with me.
After three hours of testing and tuning on the highways and roads near my house, we decide that tomorrow we will go up to Trial Mountain and do some testing before the big race.
Fin Chapter One
To make better sense of this race story, Matts words are in Green, and Kenjis are in blue. Thank you for the time you took to read this, and I hope you enjoy this production.
EDIT: The uploading system for GTPlanet refuses to let me upload my pics right now. I am putting placeholders of what car they are until I can get the pictures uploaded. I am sorry for the missing pictures.
Chapter One: The Beginning of a Legend
RING! RING! RING!
I try to smack the alarm clock off, miss, and fall right out of bed, yet again. I slowly wake up, enslaving myself to another boring, dull day where I question my existence on this planet called Earth. My name? Kenji Yamamoto, a 22-year old McDonalds cashier in the bustling city of Boston, Massachussets.
I finish beating my alarm clock into the ground, and walk downstairs. I open the fridge, and see the disgusting array of food that my friend, Matt, buys. (Yuck Organic food is so wrong ) Oh well. At least my milk and cereal arent organic. Matt, of course, is sleeping in until 11:00 AM, which is normal for him. As I eat my Froot Loops, I start my computer and see what new spam I have in my inbox. YAY.
I delete all of it (2000 spam messages.), Im going to get ready to take the bus to work. YET AGAIN. Welcome to the world of traffic. However, I just barely save a nice, friendly message from the destruction engine: Mr. Kenmore, who owns the used car dealership right down the road, might have some cars that might fit into my budget of $10,000 dollars Ive saved up since, well, 4 years ago.
I wake up Matt and tell him to go get ready to go the car lot.
I walk down to the car lot with Matt (and his *amazing* laptop. Great.)I see 5 cars, all in different amazing (sort of) poses:
A 1996 Nissan 180SX (SR20 engine), white, 3 different owners, 26,000 miles. $9,341.
Hmmm Im not too sure I liked it, since it looks (and sounds) like rice, and it eats almost all of my savings.
A 1986 Toyota AE86 Trueno, red/black, 54,550 miles. $6,783.
Now this is cool, but from what Matt says, the reliability isnt all that great, and it needs a lot of work (badly cutting my savings down.)
A 1990 Honda CRX, gray/black, 234,000 miles, $3.990.
I definitely think that Mr. Kenmore wants this ricer crap gone from the dealership.
However, I am NOT going to buy it. Ugly, slow, the only thing good it has going is the price.
A 1986 Toyota MR2 G-Limited Supercharged Edition, red, 37,457 miles, $5,000.
Now this is cool. It is a rare edition, and for that price, it is a great bargain.
There may be better deals,, though and the last car is one of them.
A 1997 Mitsubishi Mirage Cyborg-ZR, blue, 12,043 miles, one owner, $7,500.
This is great. Low mileage, and it comes with a basic parts tuning kit that comes with flywheel, clutch, sport exhaust, ROM chip, turbocharger (stage 1) basic race suspension, and basic racing transmission. It also has black (apparently racing) Alfa Romeo wheels. The kit is already in place, so I just have to change the oil if I buy it.
Id say buy the Mirage. For coming with all that equipment, the low mileage, and the price are just screaming for you to buy the car.
Are you sure? It kind of looks ricey with those wheels
I just Googled those wheels after taking a picture, and those are, oddly enough, off of the Alfa Romeo 155 Race Car.
.
Is that a yes or a no?
Alright, Ill take your word for it, for once. Ill buy the Mirage.
I pay Mr. Kenmore, and he thanks me for my patronage (whatever that means.?)
I drive to the nearest auto parts store (Advance Auto Parts) and buy 4 quarts of oil.
As soon as I get home, the first thing I do is change the oil. It isnt that bad, but has the consistency of black watery oatmeal. Yuck. Matt takes one look and immediately goes into the house and throws out all the oatmeal we have. (Fortunately, it isnt that much)
Luckily, he didnt throw up.
After that, I give the car a wash, park it in the garage, and go to bed.
Zzzzzz .
Next morning, and I am rudely awakened by the sound of the neighbors Chihuaha, instead of the alarm clock.
Great. I find the paintball gun I have hidden and fire a barrage of nice, pleasing red paintballs. About ¾ find their way to the dog, covering it in a nice red coat of paint.
I then quickly run in the house and hide the gun. I then get ready for work, stare at the car in the driveway for 5 minutes, and head out to work..
500 May I take your orders? later, and I am on the way home. However, I see a older man in his sixties having trouble with his car.
I realize what the car is, and my jaw drops to the ground. Then the man comes around the car, and if miracles are possible, this is one of them: Rick Hendrick, the owner of Hendrick Motorsports and owner of one of the worlds best car tuning operations.
Im in total shock as he comes around.
He asks me if I can help, and the best I can stammer out is sure ..
We soon get his car going again. Before he leaves, though, he hands me a piece of paper and says: Son, you have a real, honest look about you. I like people who take time out of their busy day to help an old man. There arent many people around here that will anymore.
I cant help you now, but that piece of paper has some information that will lead you to someone I know who can. Thank you for helping me.
He then drove off, and Im still standing there in total shock. I very slowly get into the Mirage, and wonder if it wasnt all a dream
As soon as I get home, Matt is wondering what is up. I tell him the story, and show him the paper afterwards.
. Part of this is contact info for a race at Trial Mountain
Trial Mountain?
You know, the racing circuit in the mountains west of here. Its only 20 miles from here.
Yeah, I sort of remember it. Really hilly, and very technical. Anyway, what does the rest of it say?
.. If Im reading this right, it is contact info for a representative of a tuning company that will be at the race at Trial Mountain. The race is also in two days.
You cant be serious.
Yes, I am.
Matt cant joke around or lie at all. So, it must be true.
Great. Just great. A race in two days, and I havent even taken a thorough look inside the car.
Well, while you were working, I took the liberty of looking through some tuning tips and files for Mirages and other cars, and I have a general knowledge of the cars parts and how to change the settings through the tuning equipment.
I stare at Matt in amazement. Never in his whole life has he done anything as useful as that. I think for a few minutes, and finally decide:
Well, good, because Ive made up my mind: Im going to that race, and Im going to win it. Give me that computer so I can see this tuning stuff.
Now its Matts turn to stare in amazement.
Dude, you cant be serious. There is no way that a rookie can win that race.
Want to prove it? Remember, I used to race karts for a year when I was 10. Im not your everyday so-called rookie.
Matt sees the serious look in my eyes, and decides to do this with me.
After three hours of testing and tuning on the highways and roads near my house, we decide that tomorrow we will go up to Trial Mountain and do some testing before the big race.
Fin Chapter One
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