Kongou Kart: Initial Dess Pitch

Racers:
	Kongou + Essex:		McLaren 650 Coupe
	Haruna + Hiei:		Aston Martin Vanquish
	Hate + Yamato:		M1-Abrams Custom
	Shimikaze + Willie D.: Toyota AE-86

Plot:
	From >[ ] Follow Shimikaze and her JATO
	Plot outline:
		Goto somehow got suckered into promising one free request from whoever wins a race
		Kongou and Haruna enter with the obvious reason of winning Goto's heart
		Hate shows up out of nowhere with Yamato, looking to win more freedom and public life for her
		Shimikaze is just there to go fast

		Race takes place through the streets of Tokyo, down the various freeways and expressways and the course snakes through the city in the early morning
		Half way through, Crab and Settle, who're doing the commentary, ping them and inform them the Yakuza has kidnapped Goto
		The race becomes two-fold: Rescue Goto, AND be first across the finish line
		Kongou manages a heroic rescue involving jumping a bridge, but Shimikaze wins the race through the sheer bullshit of going really fast and being a good driver.
		Also her AE-86 has a JATO installed

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"R Three long, L three, R two!" Essex shouts as you barrel down the straightaway. The V8 of the McLaren's 650 roared as the world flashed by in a blur, it's twin turbo-chargers funneling more air in a minute than your human form would breath in ten, with the rampaging gallop of it's nearly 650 brake-horsepower engine only matched by the deafening sound of the wind. The car hummed as it flew down the asphalt, hugging the ghostly vapors left by Haruna's Vanquish as it snaked across the road, just moments ahead of you.

"Kongou has it dess!" You confirm to your navigator, accelerating into the upcoming turns and readying into your entrance. Your rival was loud, your rival was an arrogant Yank, but she was a loud American Yank who could give accurate directions, and that's all that mattered to you as you chased the Aston Martin down road. You flick the wheel to the left, out of the turn, sharply lifting of the throttle as you tap the brakes.

The 650 neatly follows your command and swings slightly to the left, barely centimeters from the guard rail.  The force of the flick over comes the inertia and friction of your rear tires, and the sudden lift of the throttle quickly transfers the weight of the McLaren towards the front, the understeer pushing the rear of the 650 outwards. Finding the route through, you release the brake, and steer hard right into the turn, and the McLaren slides into the turn, angled heavily towards your exit, and you drift the car through the first turn, just inches from the Vanquish ahead of you.

"You're not getting away from Kongou dess, Haruna!" You shout, as you slide out of the turn. Another flick, this time to the left, and you correct the oversteer into the next turn in one motion. Followed by a hard turn to the right, and the McLaren drifts into the second turn, chasing the Vanquish into the turn. "Give. Back. Teitokuuuuuuu!" You push the 650 deep into the turn, trying to cut through and pass your sister.

"Holy CRACKERS what are you DOING-"

"Passing her! What else, dess!?" You shout over the screams of your navigator. You watch your sister out of the corner out of your eye, her and Hiei's forms barely visible through the dark glass. You push against her, edging through, trying to force her into choosing between letting you pass and being pushed off the track as you blocked her exit.

Your phone buzzes as you and the Vanquish tear through the turn. The bluetooth system immediately picks up and flashes the text message against the HUD projected against your windshield.

-You're next words will be, 'THAT IS NOT DAIJOUBU!' <3 Haruna- the artificial voice reads out the text, as the little animated icon shows Haruna flashing a peace sign at you.

Your eyes widen in shock as Haruna's Vanquish suddenly pitches in to the turn harder, now forcing you closer towards the guard rail, pushing you out of the turn and threatening to spin the both of you out. "HARUNA, THAT IS NOT ALRIGHT!" You shout, tapping the brakes fast as you could to pull away, lest the both of you burn out. "NANI?! HOW DID HARUNA PREDICT WHAT I'D SAY DESS?!" Your complaints mean nothing to super-charged Vanquish, and it pulls back ahead of you as your forced to abort your pass.

"SWEET LADY OF LIBERTY, that was CLOSE," Essex breathes in relief, "are you going to pass her on the thi-" You flick the wheel to the left and begin your drift into the third turn in the snake. "-I'll take THAT as a HELL FUCKING NO then-" reaching into drift, you kick the clutch hard, disengaging it from the flywheel, and rev the the McLaren hard as you can, pushing the engine's towards ever higher RPM. Ahead of you, Haruna's Vanquish spits flames from it's exhaust as the car's turbo-chargers kick in. Cock, your sister was matching you perfect. "-HOW FAST ARE YOU EVEN TAKING THIS TURN THIS CANNOT BE SAFE!"

"123 kilometers dess!" You answer her. The 650's engine, building up boost pressure from the moment you kicked the clutch free, revs up high enough halfway through the drift, and the engine's roar becomes deafening as it's twin-turbo chargers kick in, pushing the engine to it's limit.

"The FUCK is that in AMERICAN?!"

"Really fucking fast dess!" You race out of the corner, tailing Haruna as close as you possibly could. As you fly out of the drift, you re-engage the clutch and the car kicks it's self forward in a huge burst of speed as it sling-shots out of the turn. Ahead of you, Haruna does the same, and you the two of you were once again neck and neck as you raced through the empty street. "Essex! What's next?"

"TANK! 300 behind. Hate. Gaining!"

"What? Tank? What kind of turn is a 'Hate', dess?"

"NO. I MEAN TANK! AS IN THE I HAVE A BIG GUN KIND-"

You tear your eyes to your rear view mirror. Sure enough, a giant behemoth of a machine drifts around the corner behind you, and somehow, it was *gaining*. You weren't sure what-ever-the-fuck-was-Australia it's driver had done to the thing, but it was outpacing your McLaren and the Aston Martin.

"-HOW in the name of TEDDIE ROOSEVELTS big brass TRUST BUSTING BALLS is he DRIFTING A TANK?" Essex shouts. You pull to the side, making whatever room you could, because from your mirrors, you could see that it's gun was active- and it was tracking *you*.

"M-MULTI-TREAD DRIFTING?!" You answer her, face aghast in shock at sheer incredulity of everything.

"I'M A TANK! I'M A TANK!" The sound of a extremely loud and angry American marine echoes through the early morning, shattering whatever fragment silence was left. "SUCK MY DICK. I'M A TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK!" He shouts, as his Abrams somehow power slides it's way out of the turn, and slingshots the machine past both you and the Vanquish. Unable to slow down, or even control itself, the tank slams through the guard rail on the next turn, and jumps across the hairpin in the most horrifyingly insane shortcut that only a madman would even attempt.