The following narrative is is about the events that surround the Wangan Masters Tournament of GT5. Vol. I Act I: Crossing Shores February 17, 2011 (木) Yokohama Docks 3:19PM The boat finally docked. The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore drowned the buzzing of the industrial cranes. A man carried himself off the boat with a leisurely gait. “A new start” He said, inhaling a good bit of sea breeze. He walked down to the cargo hatch to await offloading. As the hatch opened, a tall slender individual approached the man. His face was obstructed by the thick cigarette fumes he blew, yet did not seem to impair his orientation. “Name?” said the sooted man. “Huh,” the traveler said as he turned around to the man. “For the Customs log. “The man elaborated, Name?” “Snake” the man replied. “Items on person?” the custom agent asked as he jotted down the previous answer. “I have money and I have a imported car” Snake answered. “Type?” The man asked. “BMW M3” Snake replied. He jotted down the information then proceeded to the car, now exposed. A leaf green E92 edged at the port side of the boat. “Factory specification?” He posed as circled the car during inspection. “Yes, just bought it 2 months ago.” Snake answered. “Can’t allow it” said the man. Snake responded with a puzzled shock. “Not allow what?” Snake asked. “The car” the man said as he pointed toward the car with his pen. “At factory specs, this car is not allowed on the street” Snake’s eyes widened. “I checked road regulation for Japan as I prepared for my trip. Everything checked out. “Snake said in confusion. “It’s street legal but legal to be registered. “All imports above 3000cc are illegal for registration. That includes …that.” Snake rubbed his face in disbelief. “You have 2 choices” the man continued, “You can sell it to us for half retail, or keep it in storage; monthly payments.” Snake paced in a tight line, absorbed in thought. How much to store?’ Snake asked. “$500” the man answered. Snake dug into his wallet with reluctance and handed him the money. The man counted the money and signaled to someone. I will have someone store it” the man said, put his hand out. Snake handed him the keys. “It will be in warehouse 2B” the man stated. “Any place I can get a ride” Snake asked. “There’s a bus stop a few blocks that way and a train station about 4 miles away.” Said the man. Snake turned about and headed for the bus. “A new start all right” Snake thought to himself. The man parted as well, patting the stack of $500 against his palm. “Enjoy your stay” He quieted said with a smirk, veiled by ash. Yokohama to Tokyo: Train 4:03PM Snake rested in his seat, passively watching the scenery flash by. A figure approached him, sitting in the row behind. “You must be new” “said a man. “Snake peered over his seat and saw a stout man. “It’s that obvious?” snake said as he straightened himself up. “Nah, you’re actually are acting quite normal, “He said. “I just didn’t recognize you and I’ve been riding this train for years.” “The name’s Shev “He continued, extending a hand all the while. “Snake” Snake said, completing the handshake. “What’s your story?” “Like many in American foreigners in Japan, Army, stationed at Okinawa, hangin out on the main island when free” Shev answered, “You?” “I came here for a dream” Snake said, “I know, sounds cheesy but true. I came here for the cars.” “Ohh…,” Shev said with intrigue. Racing?” “Yeah, you know the scene?” Snake conversed. “A bit,” Shev replied, “Have a car?” “I had a car…” Snake said with depression. “Let me guess, foreign, engine too big?” Shev inquired. “Yeah, what’s up with that?” Snake posed with curiosity. “It’s some bs legislature created to promote buying within the domestic market.” Shev explained. “So if you’re on a muscle kick, 2jz or something is the easiest way. Any plans to buy a new car?” “I invested most of my money into my M3, but that’s a dashed plan” Snake answered, “I got 8K, but most of that is going to be spent on somewhere to crash.” “Hmmm” Shev said with thought, “You wanna car and you want to get into scene? Wanna check both off the list in one night?” The air around Snake became one of bewilderment. “Why not” Snake responded with hesitance. “I’m assuming you’ll need time to get situated, “Shev said, “How’s 10:30?” “I’m down for that” Snake answered “Where?” “Tokyo Station is close to everything” Shev said “That’ll be a good meetup.” “Sounds like a plan,” Snake affirmed, “Let’s see how the night pans out.” Tokyo Station 10:28PM Snake waited on a bench outside the station, illuminated by the surrounding neon and the prospects of entering the race scene. Shev arrived, hopping up the stairs. “You actually showed up” he said. Shev pulled out a set of keys and signaled Snake to follow. Snake picked himself up and followed for a couple of blocks. They arrived at a rotary parking lot. “I never seen one of these in person,” Snake said with energy, ”Cool”. “Yeah, cool till power’s out” Shev replied as he entered a code, “then you’re hoofing it.” The structure began to rotate like a ferris wheel, various cars having a turn at the bottom. “Here she is” Shev said as the next lot was coming. A medium-silver Z33 with a Chargespeed front bumper made its way to the bottom. Snake’s mouth dropped a bit with impression. “Yeah, she’s a hot piece right,” Shev said, noticing Snakes reaction. Shev got in and drove it out. The click of the lock passenger door could be heard disengaging. “Ready for a ride?” Shev said as the window rolled down. Snake got in, being greeted by the tight embrace of the bucket seat. Shev revved the engine drove it onto the street. “Where are we going” Snake asked. “The highway” Shev answered. “Familiar with that scene?” “Yeah, Wangan right” “Snake said. “Somewhat” Shev stated, “Wangan is for the high rollers. We’re going to the Aqua-Line. Same game, different players.” Shev turned onto the loop and entered the tunnel. Shev throttled it, spinning the wheels. Both their heads were trusted back due to acceleration. The speedometer hit 250km/h in under a few seconds and started to wane at 270. The exhaust was deafening as it echoed in the tunnel. They bolted out of the tunnel, now on the bridge. The lamps along the way stobbed by as they streamed past. Shev started the let off as they approached a rest area. “How much does this thing have?” Snake said with astonishment. “It’s supercharged to 400ps” Shev stated, “Not the most, but good enough.” Shev turned into the parking area and Snake’s eyes lit up. Dozens of cars were lined up. They passed a blue red ae86 and a black miata last. They parked near the back, facing the open bay. Shev shuffled around. He pulled a wad of money from under his seat. “600 bucks”, Shev said, “pick a pigeon.” Snake stared at the money and then outside toward the crowd. “You want me to..” Snake hesitantly analyzed. “Yeah, you can take my ride” Shev said. “She can take any takers. Well, this bunch at least.” Snake took the money and slowly emerged from the vehicle. Snake looked back at Shev who gave a “go on” nod. Snake inhaled to stabilize himself. “A new start” He said to himself.