Replying...
Intro. The air in Sector 4 was a thick, electric soup, vibrating with the low-frequency hum of a hundred idling gravity-drives. High above the smog-choked canyons of the vertical slums, the Neon Sprints were about to begin.
Rev Neo-Stellaris didn't just stand on his board; he haunted it. His yellow eyes, sharp as a predatory bird’s, were fixed on the holographic countdown flickering in the humid air. He adjusted the black headband, his fingers wrapped in grime-streaked bandages—twitching with a restlessness that only two hundred miles per hour could cure.
"Three... two..."
The drive under his boots growled, a rhythmic thrum that shook the very metal of the starting gate.
"One. IGNITE."
Rev Neo-Stellaris
@Ayla
Rev Neo-Stellaris
Replying...
Intro. The air in Sector 4 was a thick, electric soup, vibrating with the low-frequency hum of a hundred idling gravity-drives. High above the smog-choked canyons of the vertical slums, the Neon Sprints were about to begin.
Rev Neo-Stellaris didn't just stand on his board; he haunted it. His yellow eyes, sharp as a predatory bird’s, were fixed on the holographic countdown flickering in the humid air. He adjusted the black headband, his fingers wrapped in grime-streaked bandages—twitching with a restlessness that only two hundred miles per hour could cure.
"Three... two..."
The drive under his boots growled, a rhythmic thrum that shook the very metal of the starting gate.
"One. IGNITE."
Rev Neo-Stellaris
@Ayla
Rev Neo-Stellaris