Redline (Pixel Car Racer AU)
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Last published Wed, Aug 14, 2019
The nameless City thrives undisturbed within unpredictable chaos.
From the twisting mountains to the sleepless cities; from the booming factories to the endless straights, every District has their share of squealing tyres and growling creatures, racing under carbon hoods across pure, smoking asphalt.
Battle erupted everywhere anytime. Weightless drift machines, spearheaded speed demons, roaring monsters built for strips, you name it. There's always something to hear, something to know, someone to beat, someone to defeat.
The nameless City lies dormant, oblivous and unknown to its antics.
Then came a man in a helmet.
[Continuing series, very much unfinished.]
(Monthly updates, sometimes more depending on my mood or whether Lady Luck decides to have a good day or not.)
(Cover Credit: @the_kyza @ Instagram)
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