Control
Control your character using the WASD or Arrow keys for movement and press the Spacebar to leap into the air or vault over obstacles.
description
Dusk bleeds into the sky as neon grids ignite—ten skeletal ships hum on the starting line. Crewmates clutch throttles; visors flash cerulean, vermillion, emerald. The countdown thrums through bone: *3…2…1…* Engines scream. Smoke plumes swirl under violet streetlights as the pack rockets forward, tires shredding asphalt into molten sparks. Shadowed figures lean into hairpin turns, holographic arrows flickering warnings of debris ahead. One wrong drift, and the canyon walls claim another. Glowing crimson trails mark the leader—a red crewmate grinning behind their mask. Behind, a black ship weaves through the chaos, stealth systems masking its approach. Sirens blare as an orange racer triggers EMP mines; screens static-out, engines sputter. Neon billboards taunt: *TRUST NO SPEED.* The pack fractures, alliances crumbling like rusted wire. Electric cyan flares erupt near the cliffside shortcut. A blue racer fishtails, dodging a rigged nitro canister—someone’s playing impostor. Spectators lean from neon-drenched balconies, betting chips clattering. Radio static crackles: *”Watch the tunnels!”* Too late. A purple ship vanishes into pitch-black, reemerging sideways, clipping yellow’s wing. Metal screams. The final stretch glows radioactive gold. Red’s lead narrows as black’s ship phases through a barrier, nose-to-nose. Twin engines overheat, melting alloy into dripping constellations. The crown hovers ahead, its spikes jagged, thrumming with stolen voltage. Red slams a fist on the nitro—black retaliates, ejecting a smoke canister. Vision blurs. Impact. Sparks geyser. When the haze clears, red’s ship teeters on the crown’s edge, front wheels fused to the prize. Black’s hull smolders in the ravine. The crowd roars. Neon strobes erupt, painting the canyon in violent celebration. Red raises the crown—its light sears through dusk, a beacon for the next reckless soul.
