You're not going to find much help here! Cytranear is being rewritten so it can be awesomermermerer in the GT6 race reports section! Contents Chapter 1: Introduction (see below) Chapter 2: Rock Bottom Chapter 3: Advancements Chapter 4: 100% Possible? Chapter 5: Living Bad Dreams Chapter 6: Departure Chapter 1: Introduction Life? Life, isn't a beautiful, peaceful thing. It won't give you either of these no matter how much you work, no matter what if you do act like an ass, and change. Your own friends won't even accept you for who you have become. What people see life as, is a natural wonderland, where beautiful critters roam freely from land to land. And nothing ever goes wrong, nothing is even ugly. But in reality, what we don't look at, is the opposite. Life is where everything will go wrong, and you will suffer the entire time you're in it. If there's a single lesson I could tell you all now, if you're going to try and have a good life, give up now. The more you try, the less hope you get. And you'll end up dying alone. I can see myself going that way, I've been in this hospital for I don't know how long now. I think it's 2010, maybe 2011. I've been here for 7 years. And I don't see myself leaving any time soon. Only if I didn't do that one race. The one that changed my life. 8th August 2004: The pines were blown by the wind, but only for a brief moment. As I, Jack Cytranear literally flew past each one of them in the Impreza I was running with my co driver, Steven Byers. The WRC season had been going great, I was amongst the battle of the decade as I raced between the then World Champion, Peter Solberg. And runner up Sebastien Loeb. Here we are at the 9th round and I'm only a few points behind Peter. If I take this I may even catch pass him. The roads here on the Eiger stages were perfect for the car, and Steven was pushing out those pace notes perfectly. I was after taking many seconds and thirds finally going to take victory. It was probably going to be the first time someone with a Southern American accent speaks up there. These are just shots that remain of that time, but then after the rally. "Hey, Jack!" Jack's Crew Chief ran over towards him completely ignoring Jack's celebrations. "Oh , what do you want!? Can't you see I'm celebrating here?" Jack said angrily. "No need to snap, but I have some information you really need to know!" The Crew Chief shouted to be heard over the roaring crowds as Jack walked towards the small steps used for a podium. "Speak to me, afterwards," Jack shouted. He shoved the Chief back and jumped on the podium with his Co-Driver, Steven Byers. He stood proud viewing all around, he looked to each side to see both Sebastien and Peter to each side not looking very impressed by Jack's antics. "Shame, suckers!" Jack shouted. Peter and Sebastien both just looked away in disgust. ---- After the Podium. "Anyway, Chief! What do you want?" Jack demanded. "Well, we sort of don't have the funds to get you racing at Rally Deutschland, or Rally Japan. And since Peter has more of a chance, as he is more likely to beat Sebastien we are... How do I put this? Um... For now just go back to Texas, and if we can get you doing anything we'll get in contact," he waited for the angry shouting to come from Jack's mouth. "Well, you. I came here to race, I came here to win, and you decide that I'm suddenly not good enough to race. Even after winning? When I get home, I want to see a letter, I don't care what. But it better be giving me something to do, or your head will suddenly have my car's front bumper stuck on it. Got it!?" Jack shouted. "Thanks, for understanding," the Chief said sarcastically as Jack stormed out of the room. "Phew, I'm pretty sure no one would want such an arse to become champion." Well, there I was quite angry, a silly reaction to a acceptable situation. I still haven't been forgiven for how rude I was. I really wish I could find old Bob and give him my apologies in person. It would at least make me feel that I've gotten the message to him. But then when I got home, that is where it really happened. August 18th 2004: "Hey, baby," he happily kisses his girlfriend of the past two years. "I'm finally home, it's great to see you!" Jack added. They live in Trialerrá Mountains, located in Texas, America. Jack was originally born in England, but moved to America in the late 80's when he was just a little boy. So he sees it as his home. After spending the last two years away from home his American accent has faded a bit,but it is still obvious he is from Texas. He sits in his chair, and picks up the mail left beside his Laptop. ", I can't be with all these letters! Hey, Betty! Get in here!" Jack shouted. Betty, his girlfriend comes into the room with a very flash dress. "How much did that set you back!?" Jack asked frustratedly as he chewed his bubblegum. "Didn't cost me, it's costing you," she replied. "How much!?" Jack answered. "$940," she smiled. "Stop wasting my money, it's like that's the only reason you're with me," Jack spat out the gum through the window. "Um, no. I... Love you... Honey," she said suspiciously. "Yeah, you better. Anyway, I need you to help me read some of these letters, get reading," Jack said as he opened one letter. "Bills, bills, bills..." Jack muttered. "No, I'm not doing your work!" Betty shouted as she thundered out of the room. "Gee, what's her problem. Period I guess. Oh well, she looks damn fine so I'm good for her," Jack said to himself. He read another letter. "Oh ... Oh my god!" Jack dropped his pen and his jaw flung open. "Dear J. Cytranear I believe you own a good big property. 70 acres if I'm correct, even with a good testing ground for your cars, like a mountain loop. Here I have enough funds to make you the richest and best pay for a driver in WRC history. In one year you'll be able to live comfortably without working another day in your entire life. All you have to do is beat me in a race at your home track in a two lap race, I'll be in my Corvette C5. I believe you are in ownership of a Viper GTS? It'll be a true American Showdown. Though there's a catch. If I win, I get everything. Your home, all of your property. Your Team position, and all of your fortune you currently have. Meet me at the track at 1400 hours this Sunday at the track if you're in on it. Signed, Max-Edge..." "I could do this, I've heard Max-Edge is a terrible driver, and his street racing results have always been ! This will be easy," he sat back in his chair and looked again. ... Sunday... Jack drove out and headed around to the track. "This will all be a piece of cake! Can't wait for all that money," Jack said as he drove out there. He arrived early, and there was no one to be found. Then a Corvette appeared all of a sudden from around the corner. "Here we are, now let's beat his ass and be done with it," Jack said as the car stopped. A man stepped out of the car, he wore a black leather jacket, which looked very pricey and his pants were also very expensive looking. He must have been quite the rich man. Let me rephrase that, he is a very rich man. He walked over to me, his sunglasses shining the sun into my face. It was quite scary to see a man such as this. I don't remember what sort of facial shape he had, or his height. Just the clothing. "Hey, are we going to get this done or what?" Jack said as the man stopped in front of him. The man smiled, and then he spoke. "We need introductions my friend, my name is Max, but just call me Edge." His voice was really calm, quiet and a little croaky. he definitely sounded like he was trouble. But in hope for cash, I trusted his smirking face. "Yeah, and I'm Jack, but just call me Rich, because that's what I'll be in about 10 minutes," Jack said with a smile. "Aaah, the money, remember our deal. You win; the money. I win, the property, which includes this track, the fortune, the house, the belongings. Now, to finalize this. I need you to sign this. It's all you need to do," Edge placed the paper on the hood of Jack's red Viper and handed over a pen. Jack quickly read it and signed it. "Hmph, now let's get cracking shall we, we wouldn't want to leave you waiting for your fortunes for longer than the 10 minutes you estimated, would we?" Edge said as he approached his Vette. 3... 2... 1... GO!!! "He's got a good start I'll give him that!" Jack shouted. "Just wait till he does something stupid" "BINGO!!!" "He has no idea what he just got himself into" "This is easier than pissing on the lawn! How can he be that slow?" "I'll just take it easy and see if he catches me." "I'm getting bored of this." "Look at who realized that this is a race." "Driftin ain't gettin you nowhere boy!" "Oh my" The race carried on like that and then after the two lap race had ended I parked up at the hairpin. After laughing at his bad driving skills of course. "Where is he?" "There he is." "Now, very well done. It must be easy to drive so quickly with those extra Horses under the hood," said Edge. "Now, where's my fortune?" Jack demanded. "Just sign this," Edge said as he placed another piece of paper on the guard rail. Jack instantly signed ignoring the writing. "Now, Jack. Can you read what the paper says for me?" Edge said with a smile. "What have you done?" Jack said as he read it. "Oh !" Jack shouted. Edge kneed Jack in the stomach to get him on the ground. "Oh how generous of you to make it a race for Slow and Steady Wins the race, and the loser wins," Edge laughed and then some big men that looked like bouncers came into view. "And how dare you agree to letting me kill, your mother, your father, all siblings and the one you live with. You know, you're girl, Betty is it? You evil little man. So selfish," Edge laughed even louder. "How did you know," Jack struggled to form and push out the words as he lay on the ground. "Well, I've done my research, I heard you're a impatient character, with a short fuse. So I used that to my advantage, knowing you wouldn't read everything. Now, men. If you don't mind, dispose of this, Jack character. We wouldn't want people knowing anything, would we? Beat him, and throw him over," he pointed his head towards the guard rail and jumped into his Corvette. He smashed into the rear of the Viper and stopped. "And feel free to take the Viper to go home, men. I don't think little Jack here will be needing it any more," and then he took off. Anything after that, I don't remember. And why they did it at daytime... I still don't know. I just remember waking up in this room. Where I've been for so long now. I've been recovering from what they did, and to be honest. I'm not even sure why I'm here now. I'm not even sure I want to leave. I'd be so far behind the world, I'll have nowhere to go. And I don't want to be back in life just to die alone. "Hello Doctor," Jack said as his Doctor walked into the room. "I have some news for you, Mr... Cytranear. As the readers would have predicted, and yes, we are all aware that this is being recorded and typed out. You are free to go, we have assigned you to an Old Folks home just until you can get into a flat or somewhere life that. You've had enough muscle training here to be able to live like a normal person again. You'll be escorted out of the building in two hours," the Doctor then left the room. "Oh no," Jack said as he dropped his head back into the pillow. ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ Thanks for reading. What is most important at the moment is comments, so I know if this idea shows any more or less promise than "The Rises and Falls of a Champion." So please comment below. It will be very much appreciated. EDIT: Special Thanks to SVX, for playing Edge!