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let’s take a
look as most of the racers are getting ready, revving their engines, and
getting prepared for the race of their lives…..and possibly their deaths!
    First up we
have the beautiful but dangerous Gabby Peppermint in her equally beautiful Camaro . Yowzah ! What a looker!
I’m sure it’s well-equipped with all sorts of nasty things for her competitors.
And yes, that was her showing up a tad late but you know: beauty takes time!
    Next we have
Mama Hell who comes to us all the way from the Bible Belt Wasteland. Don’t let her motherly looks fool you…she’s a vicious driver! That
also goes for her minivan. Looks can be deceiving. Watch out!
    And then we
have the mysterious Samson in his custom built Ligotti Turbo Z-23, one of the fastest cars around. And you young ladies out there, doncha think he’s pretty handsome for an older man? Yowzah ! But hands off…he doesn’t strike me as the sort of
guy who lets anyone get too close!
    Speaking of
ladies….next is Junko, a cute little he/she in a souped -up
1987 Honda Civic Si . What a classic! Now Junko
himself (or herself!) is a little firecracker who’ll burn you just as soon as
look at you.
    Lastly but
certainly not least is the legend himself, Drac Dunwich , hailing from the Bronx where for the last year has
made a name for himself in the small circuit races. Now, with that glass skull
of his, Drac is quite the spectacle. Yowzah ! And don’t get too close to him.....he’s a thirsty fella ! You’ll see… hehehe …
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    Samson revved his
engine and hoped they’d just get on with it. He wasn’t interested in all the
pomp and ceremony. His stomach was in knots. He wanted to start the race. He needed to start the race.
    While the audience
chanted Silver’s name, Samson wondered about that Drac Dunwich guy. He had heard the name before, heard some
of the stories, but had no idea he was participating in the race. The
nervousness Samson had felt bumped up a notch. Was it true Drac had won a race against Navajo Willie and then slaughtered him after the race
much to the pleasure of the bloodthirsty audience? Rumor had it Drac still had Willie’s teeth in the glove compartment of
his car. Samson wondered how much of it was true and thought that if he ever
had the chance he might ask Drac about it.
    He heard Enzo’s voice echo through the arena, giving a short rundown
of the general route they were to take. Then Enzo said, “Drivers! On your marks! This is the moment you’ve been waiting for. Yowzah ! Get ready!”
    The crowd
screamed. Samson thought they looked ready to riot, to tear up the whole
compound in an orgy of excitement. Were they going to be satisfied with just a
race? Sooner or later Silver would have to provide them with something else,
something more than fast cars and faster death.
    But what else was
there?
    Dressed in a white
tuxedo and wearing a pencil-thin mustache, Enzo stepped onto a stage and danced around in front of the video screen that now
displayed a still shot of Silver’s face. Enzo pointed
wildly at the drivers.
    “Go!”
    Then Enzo pulled down his white pants and defecated on the stage
amid the cheers of the audience.

CHAPTER
THREE
    Samson’s car shot
out from the starting line like an angry bullet.
    In his rearview he
kept an eye on the other cars as they followed. Drac was the first one to tail him and then come up along the side.
    Samson looked over
at the man, this legend he’s heard so much about, and tried to get a look at
his car. All cars now were custom-equipped with weaponry and that weaponry was
varied. It paid to know what kind of attacks the competition would be bringing
with them.
    The smell of dust
and exhaust made Samson think of his time in the Wastelands but he shook those
memories from his head and concentrated on the race. It was a clear road of
asphalt and trash in front of him while Drac stayed alongside,
not attempting to speed up and pass Samson.
    “What are you up
to, Dunwich ?” Samson said. He