Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-26912075-20180924190439/@comment-26912075-20181114162223

Diego, tired after a long time at the race, finally took a second to sit upon a wooden staircase leading to a local pub and take a drink. In the streets, the spectators lined the streets as the racers paraded down the middle, twinkles in both their eyes. "Hmph," Diego exclaimed silently. "Look at this... The ignorant and the low-skilled parading around as if the pope himself has come to this small town... It's comical and uplifting in a way..." Diego smiled slightly. "You'd probably like that eh, Johnny... You half-baked jokey?" Diego leaned back on the tattered wooden staircase, it creaking under his weight. He looked to the skies with narrow eyes as he breathed a large sigh. "This is a mess... Those guys, what is their secret? Why can they do such inconceivable things at a moment's notice? No... It can't be any supernatural crap... But, what other answers have I? It's too uncertain for now..." Diego stood up slowly, placing his ware and glass back on the pub counter before making his way down to the stables. "I... must continue. I must be number one, even if the gods wave their chosen ones in my face... God, I'm going insane. Regardless, I can't let it keep me down. I have to win this race... Not only for me but for him too. I must win." Diego then joined the procession moving forward, preparing for the next step of the journey.

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Meanwhile, Steven Steel, after partying and pleasing his more wealthy spectators, finally retired to his private car, his eyes blackened and his posture lacking. He sat upon a wooden chair seated with cloth cushion and finally moved backward, becoming somewhat catatonic and unaware. He breathed an enormous puff of dust into the wind as he loudly yawned. "This race is going to kill me..." Steven said as he reached for another drink of red wine as he slapped the side of his head. "Get it together man... I only have a couple hours of leisure... I can't spend it getting drunk." He placed the glass back on his desk and covered it with a fine crimson cloth. He turned and peered out the window at the town, awake and abuzz with a flurry of chatter about the race. He smiled slightly. "At least someone's getting something better out of it..." As he relaxed himself, a knock came at the door. After a long groan, Steven opened the door to see a messenger hand him a letter.

"For you sir, from the capital."

"The capital?!" Steel exclaimed loudly as he looked on the back of the envelope, revealing the seal of the Presidential office. His eyes widened as he sent the messenger away quickly and slammed the door. He shakily manuevered to his desk and threw the envelope down on it, leaning on a nearby chair. He took a few seconds to breathe deeply. "Already...? Damnit!" He gulped slightly and nodded his head with hesitance. "I have to prepare..."