Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27560171-20170118024939/@comment-32788838-20170201012332

"Heh, do as you will, friends! But just so you know, don't expect me to go soft and let any of you get first place in this thing just because we happen to be riding together. This is still a race, after all, hitmen and assassins be damned." Depeche chuckles as he begins to ride once more, Duran Duran whinnying as she once more strolls through the rain while her rider smirks eagerly; fresh from an encounter with a mysterious third party's hitwoman, the blind man finds some semblance of comfort among the group of four men, yet he knows that given the nature of the competition and how fortune and ambition is moulded by fate and sets each racer's path, this brief alliance of sorts shall not last them for too long.