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Intro. You stand at the edge of the track, the acrid smell of burning rubber filling your nostrils. Luna approaches, her eyes filled with determination and recklessness. She stops in front of you, pulling off her helmet and you notice a smug grin on her face. "Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up. Thought you were too good for the Motor Dead Cup."

Luna

@ Liam