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Kaiji decides to risk losing control of the tank and pops the hatch open to see. Cant do much more witouh knowing how to get any vision in the inside . As he notices all the weird stuff happening around him he just closes the hatch again as his eye go wide and tries to use the radio to try and contac the others "Who are these people and why are they so agressive?"

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"Hell if I know! They're probably just demons doing what demons do in this messed-up place!" squawked Mitch as he tossed another empty missile tube out the side of the truck and loaded another one. He sized up the three other competitors to determine who needed to be terminated first - he knew full well that he probably wasn't going to get them all, but if he could kill at least one or two of them by the second lap it would make Igno's life (and by extension his) much easier while he tried to shoot down the Hind with anti-aircraft missiles.

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-As far as threats go, every one of them is some kind of minor pest to an experienced fighter, but still a visible threat to someone not used to intense combat-

-One appears to be lankier than the others and is blindly firing his machine gun in the general vicinity and missing over 98% of his shots. He's driving a Hot rod with a particularly loud screamer of an engine-

-One appears to be stouter and has a combat shotgun, although he seems more intent on hollering with joy. He's driving a muscle car, albeit a rather junky looking one, with a spray-painted "Blood-Stained Banner" on the front-

-One appears to be shorter and hurls a tomahawk that nearly chops off your ear while throwing jocular insults about your manhood and general effectiveness in the bedroom. He's driving a convertible with a symbol that you feel should be familiar but can't quite place with how many things you're trying to absorb at once-

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The three competitors were well-armed - though of dubious quality. One held a machine gun, but clearly either did not know or care about how to properly utilize it, and the few shots that didn't miss simply punched into non-vital areas of the Chadmobile. The second competitor held a shotgun, though he didn't seem as interested in killing people.

The third competitor hurled a tomahawk with lethal aim, and it just barely missed chopping Mitch's head off. That one, he thought, as he loosed another rocket at their ride. He was clearly the most dangerous - that throwing axe had only missed because of a slight error in judgement on his aggressor's behalf, and that signified he was probably the most dangerous of the competitors.

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

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Spottedleaf darts away from the action, trying to get away from the "monsters" for long enough for her to figure out what's going on. What's weirder still is that she hears voices speaking- in fact, they almost seem like they may be addressing her- but doesn't see any other cats around. Were the twolegs in the monster's bellies actually hearing her and understanding what she said?

Well, if so, that'd have to wait. She knew what happened to cats who didn't get out of the way of the monsters' massive black paws, and she wasn't about to get killed by one. Still, she keeps a close eye on the action, hoping that whoever was trying to get her attention will be able to speak to her again once the monsters stop running.

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With the close proximity, trying to save himself from the rocket is a bit too hard. With a loud explosion, the convertible flips through the air backwards from the force of the explosion, like a deranged ballerina doing a pirouette without knowing what one is. As it flips over,Mitch can swear that he's being flipped off somehow by the tomahawk wielding chump before the convertible slams back down into terra firma with a loud crunch. It slowly drops onto its back with a dull "ow" echoing from the car. It's safe to say that he's not going to be walking that off too fast.

Seeing their bro taken out in such a rapid and hostile manner, the drivers of the hot rod and the muscle car stop firing into the air and look at each other. First with a look of worry...then with a look of pure grit as they give one another a thumbs up and start to appear more...competent for a second. They stop screwing around with firing into the air, focus on driving and slow down their vehicles in tandem...so they can get on both sides of your ride. And begin slamming into you to sandwich you. Thankfully, you're in a monster truck, so this tactic is much less effective due to your size. But that's not going to be good for your paint job.

Meanwhile, Kaiji in his tank finally trundles onto the track...and sees a wake of devastation as a bunch of crazed racers are shooting at each other and there's a helicopter flying around and wait is that guy driving in the wrong direction?

...And then we have the one guy who is driving intentionally backwards. If he drives as recklessly as he's implying, then the roads are empty enough that it's more than possible for him to wrap around fairly fast, to the point he can see the front of the Hind people are supposed to be chasing.

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“Oh, bolts that’s a tank. Minions, if we get the chance remind me about that.” Crow muttered as he hung out the passenger window, with an amused grin, he turning back to the racers at the sound of an explosion, “And that’s a helicopter. Huh, this race is cooler than I thought.” He ducked back into the ramshackle vehicle and barked an order to his minions in the back seat who quickly passed him a box full of cobbled together mechanical and technological parts and tools, and quickly began removing parts of his mechanical right arm, trying to quickly replace them with other pieces. If he could switch things fast enough, and could hit his target he’d definitely be able to make an impact, pun intended. He grinned as he thought about maybe even trying to nab the tank in confusion.

Edited by belak on May 28th 2019 at 12:50:12 PM

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The rocket slammed home, blasting the convertible off the ground and making it land in a manner as contrived as it was devastating. One down, three to go. Of course, that was the moment the other two competitors decided to get smart, and as Mitch loaded another missile into his launcher he watched as they closed in and started trying to sandwich the monster truck. It wasn't going to be much of an immediate problem - the Chadmobile was a monster truck - but those big tires were still made of rubber. A flat right now would doom them.

"I've got Rightie, someone get Leftie!" Vanishing his rocket launcher, Mitch withdrew his trusty M60. He took a second to shimmy around in the cabin of the Chadmobile, then threw out the bipod, balanced it on the rear window, aimed down at the muscle car, and started opening fire in chattering six-round bursts.

In the midst of all this, he still failed to notice Kaiji entering the track, or Crow charging towards the race in the complete wrong direction.

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

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Well, this is quite a sight yet again.

On the right, you got one guy on the roof of a monster car shooting downwards at a muscle car. The driver is surprisingly sturdy despite being filled with machine gun round. The car surrounding him, though...not so much. So Mitch is treated to the sight of the owner attempting to fire a shotgun one handed while trying to keep the car going steady as it begins leaking fluids all over the road.

On the left, it seems Vivian is encountering similar troubles. Despite shooting the guy through the head several times, the hot rod driver just refuses to die. He's trying to pull her out of the car with his long reach, which is resulting in a strange tug of war where a young lady is shooting chunks out of a guy's hair with a pistol while he's trying to pull her out by her traveling coat.

Crow, you are about less than a minute from being ahead of the pack, driving right over what would be the finish line. That's a large helicopter flying straight at you, followed by a man in a chariot...and three cars that look like they're doing the Monster Mash.

What do you do?

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"Got it." Crow said gruffly, finishing his tinkering and leaning out his window again, "Alright, Henchforce, be ready, because I'm about to let everyone know we're here and they probably won't like it." And with that he took aim at the helicopter. This was one of those moments where having a proper mental filter for one's actions would be useful, and most people would see this as not the brightest plan. But Crow's filter had never been great. so he took aim and his bulky mechanical right palm, nearly the size of his head, opened up and out rocketed a missile towards the helicopter.

"Well, if i dont take a risk then who knows what might be happening outside" says kaiji deciding to take a shot at crashing with the other drivers on purpose

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Strangely enough, the guy in the muscle car was soaking up seven-six-two with incredible ease... if anything, his car was having a rougher time of it. Not one to ignore obvious telegraphing, Mitch switched his fire - throwing two bursts into his tires to try and get him to spin out, and then shifting his aim towards the engine block to knock his car out of commission, his M60's barrel glowing and kicking up smoke from the amount of lead he was pouring forth.

And then he heard it. The unmistakable sound of a rocket launch. He looked to see a dune buggy, off in the distance, driving towards everyone, that had just launched a missile at the Hind. "Son of a bitch!" Mitch withdrew his M60, vanished it, and began scrolling through his digistruct module for the proper tool for this job. "Alright, somebody's got it in for us to lose! I'm gonna focus on the Hind, you're all gonna need to keep everyone else off my back!"

Edited by SpartyMcFly on May 30th 2019 at 1:19:14 PM

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

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Mitch manages to succeed in taking out the muscle car and its driver, which spins wildly out of control, leaving its portly driver to hurl abuse at Mitch despite bleeding so heavily. Vivian manages to punch the spindly driver in his hot rod off of her before shooting him point blank in the face. Which doesn't kill him...no, what kills him is Kaiji in his tank slamming into him, scraping him off the monster truck like a bug on a windshield. With just as much goo being spread out.

As the crazed mad man racing backwards shoots at the Hind, the helicopter takes a pretty big hit and dips in its flight. That rocket really screwed up its pilot, although it's still going somehow. In fact, it seems to be...slowly moving away from the track and trying to escape into the desert.

Although that might be due to the fact the remains of the airport just got even more ruinous as a massive tank lifted straight from a cold war fiction just barreld through it. A massive bolt of lightning flies across, zapping the chariot driver who was minding his own business and leaving him to roll around like crazy while the hell hounds start barking like mad and running after a cat that seems to have been near the impromptu race.

Mitch hears a deep rumbling "REMEMBER ME?!" as he gets a vision of the driver who he took out at the start of the race...who sounds like he's been possessed by a particularly vengeful deity, trying to get a swipe at you all for this. The larger than life tank begins turning and moving in your direction...

...As long and chaotic as this race has been going, looks like the final stretch isn't going to be easy.

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"I just felt a tremble. Did i get any of them?" kaii asks using the radio as he's too scared to get out and see again "also how do i stop?"

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"Yeah," Mitch yelled through the radio. "You got a few of 'em! Worry about stopping later!"

At that moment, he found exactly what he need, and withdrew it. There was no better tool to kill a Hind than the giant green Stinger◊. Unfolding the weapon's IFF antenna, he ran over the situation for a moment while also producing a long, circular plug.

Mitch slammed the battery coolant unit into the Stinger and powered it on. Then he leaned out the window, as the rocket launcher's electronics drew power from the thermal battery and then started pumping the argon contained within onboard to keep itself from overheating. The BCU had enough juice of both types for 45 seconds of operation; he had that long to catch himself a Hind.

Mitch raised the anti-air missile launcher to his eye, and started locking in the Hind. The missile was an infrared missile, so more likely than not there wouldn't be a way for the Hind to know it was being locked until he fired (but maybe it would - who knew, here?). He wasn't sure if it had countermeasures - he was assuming so, given demonic ingenuity in this blasted place - so he wouldn't be able to just lock it and make it panic. The only option he had was to fire, hope it would land, and get another one if that failed.

Edited by SpartyMcFly on Jun 12th 2019 at 4:48:52 PM

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Assuming you did it all correctly, the Hind missile fires.

The Hind missile connects.

It begins spiraling out of control and starting the inexorable process of crashing into the ground in a lovely explosion.

Mission is about 50% complete, Scott Mitchell. Unfortunately, that distant rumbling indicates that the tank has cleared the debris and beginning to aim itself right at your Truck like a huge missile made out of steel.

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"What was that?" the man keeps panicking over the radio

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"Don't worry, Kaiji! That boom means we got it, the Hind is down!"

Then Mitch turned around and saw the giant tank.

"...Igno! Turn! Any direction, now!" Mitch quickly started looking through his armory, but he wasn't finding anything that could scratch something that size from his conventional armaments. Which meant, much to his chagrin, he needed exotic equipment to deal with whatever this was.

If he even could solo.

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As Crow watched the chaos unfold he realized that the Hind had not, in fact been a racer as he had thought. He also realized the race was no longer a race and now was as good a time to leave as any. ... Yet something kept him from leaving. Had anyone even a slight glance at him would have revealex he seemed to be fighting with himself. After a moment he screamed in what seemed like agony and rage. This was followed by the two minions in the back seat getting practically chased out. The two somehow made faceless, cyclos esque masks seem both scared and dutiful as with only ramshackle weapons they began to try and either stop or at least distract the now loose hellhounds. All while Crow himself positioned himself nearly dangling out the passenger window of the dunes buggy, enough that he could leap out from in at a moment's notice. With that the vehicle charged the new massive tank with Crow repeatedly firing his missiles at it, to a battle cry of "I HATE PLAYING THE GOOD GUY!"

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-Assuming Igno didn't fall asleep at the wheel, the loud roar of the monster truck as it turns away while Mitch struggles for a solution-

-Crow's strange conflict of conscience has in fact not only saved the people driving the monster truck and the Kaiji tank, but might have saved Crow in a way. The missiles on the hulking tank has attracted the possessed driver's attention, who in his fury tries to turn and run down Crow instead...forgetting that, when you're in a tank this dummy thicc, not even the clap of your asscheeks can make you turn faster than in the large arc it's being forced to do, missing everyone but leaving a huge cloud of dust-

-It's given you all a good second chance to either make your escape or come up with a plan to take it down. Or if you were Crow's minions, try and keep the massive barking hell hounds at bay with your makeshift weaponry-

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"Okay, guys, plan!" Igno said, "Can we escape the guns of this thing on this open airfield? If not, I've got a stupid idea!"

Upon listening to silence for a few seconds kaiji decides that the outside es safe enough to try and look at it again annd upon seeing the other's handiwork specially crow he return switches tha radio on and asks with an unexpected calm "Any idea who the massive tank is?"

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Mitch watched as the new vehicle charged the massive avatar of Caesar, firing missiles; distracting it to such a degree that, combined with Igno's hard turn, it missed the both of them.

"[I've got no clue!]" Mitch yelled into his mic, before looking over at Igno. "Well... I don't think escape is what Caesar wants us to do, so I am all ears!"

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Vivian glances out behind the Monster Truck, where whoever is in that tank that's trying to turn around at them is echoing Mitch's name from one of the speakers on that behemoth. She turns back to Mitch and goes "Probably an ex-girlfriend" in a rather flippant manner. She then continues with "Please tell us already, Igno. You've been on this plane longer than most of us, so I'm trusting your experience in telling us what else we've got."

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"Alright, I'm enacting the stupid plan, then!" Igno declared as he hit the brakes, making a sharp left and violently turning the monster truck around and stomping on the gas, its front wheels lifting off the ground as the vehicle now charged towards the tank.

"It can't steer and has no turret, I'm gonna park on its side! Vivs, you wanna board the tank or take the wheel?" He asked, driving at full speed towards the tracked giant, aiming to park the Chadmobile right next to it.

Edited by FokiasTheJester on Jul 10th 2019 at 9:59:06 PM