01-25-2006, 07:24 AM
8,000... 8,100... 8,200... 8,300... shift!!
Dietrich was focused only on the road as he screamed through traffic, desperately trying to stay one step ahead of the competition. The Autobahn had often been cited as the greatest roadway in the world, but no matter how safe a traffic vein could be, nothing was safe when you raced by at 150 miles per hour and continued to accelerate.
The teen's silver Porsche Carrera GT - paid for by his father - roared with all 605 horsepower completely unleashed as it tore past the other commuters with reckless abandon.
The other car, a Corvette Z06, stayed only inches behind him as he zigzagged his way through holes in traffic in order to continue his dizzying quest for 'two bills'. The hellish roar of the Chevy's V-8 motor rumbled over the din of Dietrich's own V-10 as the nose of the banana yellow Corvette drew closer and closer to the rear of the young German's vehicle.
Shit!
Dietrich had never met such stiff competition to come out of the group he spent most of his time with. Despite that, though, the boy racer had his pride. He couldn't lose without taking an enormous hit to his ego; he had arrogantly placed over five hundred euros on this competition.
Slamming up into the next gear, the blond youth pressed the gas to the floor, eliciting a vicious chirp from the rear tires as they fought to maintain traction with the road.
The vehicle was nothing short of gorgeous as it bounded down the highway, rocketing past the 180-mile mark. Despite his dizzying acceleration, the Corvette was right there behind him, refusing to fall behind.
Dietrich let out a vicious growl, snapping into another lane without any difficulty, despite his harrowing rate of speed. His gauges slipped past 190 mph and he kept going. His palms became sweaty as he squeezed the wheels hard enough to make his knuckles go white. He'd never been up to this speed before.
193... 194... 195... 196...
Finally, two lanes were available, and the Corvette made it's move, leaping out from behind the German boy. Wide-eyed with surprise, Dietrich leaned into his steering wheel, as if it would somehow make his car faster. His growl quickly turned into a whine as the yellow car inched forward, slowly making it's way past him.
TWO HUNDRED!! Fuck, give up!!
The two supercars were now door-to-door, each one screaming in contempt. Dietrich cursed in his native tongue as his opponent crept forward, steadily pulling away to put a few car lengths ahead of the boy. He grumbled, knowing he had lost, but hesitated to take his foot off the pedal.
That is... until flashes of electricity snapped around his Porsche and reality began to distort. In a fit of shock, Dietrich planted his foot on the brake; an enormous mistake at such a high speed. The rear tires broke loose, creating a harrowing situation for the young streetracer as he began to fishtail at speeds above 140 miles per hour.
And then, in a flash, he and his car disappeared completely.
"Aagh!!" he screamed as he suddenly found himself flying over rough terrain, careening headlong toward a forest. Dietrich bounced painfully in his seat as the vehicle agonizingly navigated the grassy plains. With his foot still planted on the brakes, the young German suddenly realized he couldn't possibly stop in time. Bracing himself for the inevitable, he squeezed his eyes shut as the tree flew toward him. One last look at the gauges; 104 miles per hour. He was going to die.
-----
Dietrich awoke to the smell of burning plastic and an incredible headache. Putting his head in his hands, he groaned loudly, before opening his eyes to the most horrifying scene in his life. His car had been obliterated! His father would kill him! The airbags had been deployed, and now hung, deflated, from their compartments.
"Fuck..." he moaned upon realizing his door wouldn't open. He tried his windows, but apparently the battery had died. There was no response. "Well... the car's fucked anyway..."
He reached over, unlatching the glovebox before removing his form of insurance; an old-fashioned revolver. To his surprise, a strange object tumbled out onto the passenger seat. Some sort of child's toy, it looked like. He pocketed it, and then, with a powerful blow, Dietrich brought the butt of his pistol against the glass, causing it to explode outward, showering the ground beneath.
Slipping the gun into his pocket, the young blond hauled himself out of his car through the window. The teen took a few steps before turning around to observe his situation.
It was hopeless.
The entire front end had been sheared in two, and wrapped around a tree. His windshield was opaque with cracks, and the entire frame of the car had bent to a frightening degree toward the right, leaving the car in some kind of sadistic 'V' shape. His door had been crumpled beneath a body panel, which explained why it hadn't opened, and one of the front wheels had been torn from the car, along with the entire brake assembly. Smoke rose from the engine bay, and several fluids intermingled on the dirt and grass beneath the car.
"What the hell happened?" he wondered aloud, looking all about himself, unable to find signs of civilization in any direction. "Where the hell am I?"
"The Digital World, of course!" came a high-pitched voice.
"What?! Who said that?? Where are you?!"
"Right here!" a fireball zoomed out from underneath Dietrich's obliterated car, before moving up and toward the German. It smiled.
"W-What the fuck?! Get away!!" the teen demanded, withdrawing his revolver and training it on the living flame. "I'm not afraid! I'll shoot!!"
"Shoot what? Is this a game?" the creature inquired.
Without thinking twice, Dietrich pulled the trigger. Click!!
"What?!"
He cocked the hammer and pulled the trigger once again. Click!! Click!! Click!! Click!! With a wild expression of fear, the boy racer pulled the hammer back one last time. Click!!
"Empty!!" he exclaimed, before recalling his necklace. Dietrich reached into his shirt and tore his jewelry from around his neck. When he was 17, he had fashioned a gold chain which attached to a live .45 round. He never thought he would actually use it. Flicking the chamber out from his Colt, he slipped the bullet in before slapping the chamber back into the gun, spinning it against his arm.
"My name's DemiMeramon! I'm your friend!!" exclaimed the firey creature.
"...My friend?"
"Yep. Consider me your guide."
"My guide, huh? Where did you say I was?"
"The Digital World."
"Bullshit."
"No, I don't think there are any cows here. You got transported to our world. I don't know why, but it's been happening a lot lately." DemiMeramon answered.
"...Uh huh. I don't suppose you know how to get back to Berlin, huh?"
"Berlin?"
"Nevermind..." Dietrich sighed, lowering his gun to his side.
OOC: Directory, yo.
Dietrich was focused only on the road as he screamed through traffic, desperately trying to stay one step ahead of the competition. The Autobahn had often been cited as the greatest roadway in the world, but no matter how safe a traffic vein could be, nothing was safe when you raced by at 150 miles per hour and continued to accelerate.
The teen's silver Porsche Carrera GT - paid for by his father - roared with all 605 horsepower completely unleashed as it tore past the other commuters with reckless abandon.
The other car, a Corvette Z06, stayed only inches behind him as he zigzagged his way through holes in traffic in order to continue his dizzying quest for 'two bills'. The hellish roar of the Chevy's V-8 motor rumbled over the din of Dietrich's own V-10 as the nose of the banana yellow Corvette drew closer and closer to the rear of the young German's vehicle.
Shit!
Dietrich had never met such stiff competition to come out of the group he spent most of his time with. Despite that, though, the boy racer had his pride. He couldn't lose without taking an enormous hit to his ego; he had arrogantly placed over five hundred euros on this competition.
Slamming up into the next gear, the blond youth pressed the gas to the floor, eliciting a vicious chirp from the rear tires as they fought to maintain traction with the road.
The vehicle was nothing short of gorgeous as it bounded down the highway, rocketing past the 180-mile mark. Despite his dizzying acceleration, the Corvette was right there behind him, refusing to fall behind.
Dietrich let out a vicious growl, snapping into another lane without any difficulty, despite his harrowing rate of speed. His gauges slipped past 190 mph and he kept going. His palms became sweaty as he squeezed the wheels hard enough to make his knuckles go white. He'd never been up to this speed before.
193... 194... 195... 196...
Finally, two lanes were available, and the Corvette made it's move, leaping out from behind the German boy. Wide-eyed with surprise, Dietrich leaned into his steering wheel, as if it would somehow make his car faster. His growl quickly turned into a whine as the yellow car inched forward, slowly making it's way past him.
TWO HUNDRED!! Fuck, give up!!
The two supercars were now door-to-door, each one screaming in contempt. Dietrich cursed in his native tongue as his opponent crept forward, steadily pulling away to put a few car lengths ahead of the boy. He grumbled, knowing he had lost, but hesitated to take his foot off the pedal.
That is... until flashes of electricity snapped around his Porsche and reality began to distort. In a fit of shock, Dietrich planted his foot on the brake; an enormous mistake at such a high speed. The rear tires broke loose, creating a harrowing situation for the young streetracer as he began to fishtail at speeds above 140 miles per hour.
And then, in a flash, he and his car disappeared completely.
"Aagh!!" he screamed as he suddenly found himself flying over rough terrain, careening headlong toward a forest. Dietrich bounced painfully in his seat as the vehicle agonizingly navigated the grassy plains. With his foot still planted on the brakes, the young German suddenly realized he couldn't possibly stop in time. Bracing himself for the inevitable, he squeezed his eyes shut as the tree flew toward him. One last look at the gauges; 104 miles per hour. He was going to die.
-----
Dietrich awoke to the smell of burning plastic and an incredible headache. Putting his head in his hands, he groaned loudly, before opening his eyes to the most horrifying scene in his life. His car had been obliterated! His father would kill him! The airbags had been deployed, and now hung, deflated, from their compartments.
"Fuck..." he moaned upon realizing his door wouldn't open. He tried his windows, but apparently the battery had died. There was no response. "Well... the car's fucked anyway..."
He reached over, unlatching the glovebox before removing his form of insurance; an old-fashioned revolver. To his surprise, a strange object tumbled out onto the passenger seat. Some sort of child's toy, it looked like. He pocketed it, and then, with a powerful blow, Dietrich brought the butt of his pistol against the glass, causing it to explode outward, showering the ground beneath.
Slipping the gun into his pocket, the young blond hauled himself out of his car through the window. The teen took a few steps before turning around to observe his situation.
It was hopeless.
The entire front end had been sheared in two, and wrapped around a tree. His windshield was opaque with cracks, and the entire frame of the car had bent to a frightening degree toward the right, leaving the car in some kind of sadistic 'V' shape. His door had been crumpled beneath a body panel, which explained why it hadn't opened, and one of the front wheels had been torn from the car, along with the entire brake assembly. Smoke rose from the engine bay, and several fluids intermingled on the dirt and grass beneath the car.
"What the hell happened?" he wondered aloud, looking all about himself, unable to find signs of civilization in any direction. "Where the hell am I?"
"The Digital World, of course!" came a high-pitched voice.
"What?! Who said that?? Where are you?!"
"Right here!" a fireball zoomed out from underneath Dietrich's obliterated car, before moving up and toward the German. It smiled.
"W-What the fuck?! Get away!!" the teen demanded, withdrawing his revolver and training it on the living flame. "I'm not afraid! I'll shoot!!"
"Shoot what? Is this a game?" the creature inquired.
Without thinking twice, Dietrich pulled the trigger. Click!!
"What?!"
He cocked the hammer and pulled the trigger once again. Click!! Click!! Click!! Click!! With a wild expression of fear, the boy racer pulled the hammer back one last time. Click!!
"Empty!!" he exclaimed, before recalling his necklace. Dietrich reached into his shirt and tore his jewelry from around his neck. When he was 17, he had fashioned a gold chain which attached to a live .45 round. He never thought he would actually use it. Flicking the chamber out from his Colt, he slipped the bullet in before slapping the chamber back into the gun, spinning it against his arm.
"My name's DemiMeramon! I'm your friend!!" exclaimed the firey creature.
"...My friend?"
"Yep. Consider me your guide."
"My guide, huh? Where did you say I was?"
"The Digital World."
"Bullshit."
"No, I don't think there are any cows here. You got transported to our world. I don't know why, but it's been happening a lot lately." DemiMeramon answered.
"...Uh huh. I don't suppose you know how to get back to Berlin, huh?"
"Berlin?"
"Nevermind..." Dietrich sighed, lowering his gun to his side.
OOC: Directory, yo.
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