Car Profile
Car: Dark Blue Shelby Cobra Daytona w/ White Racing Stripes
Speed: ****
Turning: *****
Special: ***
Armour: *
Special Weapon: Ghost Missile – Fires a missile that has extreme homing capabilities and can teleport though walls. The downside is that it is slow moving and emanates a loud ghostly sound which is heard by other drivers. It is also not the heaviest hitter out there, either.
Driver Profile
Driver Name: Jared Felix
Age: 24
Weight: 158 lbs.
Occupation: Currently Unemployed
Wish: For Jared, Twisted Metal is an opportunity for some bragging rights… …really huge bragging rights. The wish for him is just a bonus.
Spectre's Ending
Jared Felix drove Spectre down the rural road from where he had just overcome the odds and won my contest: Twisted Metal. He drove his bullet-hole covered Shelby Cobra Daytona to where I was standing to get the chance to make one of his wishes come to life, for better or for worse…
"I must congratulate you, Mister Felix. You have defeated every obstacle in your path to get here and made a magnificent show of it." I said, actually meaning it for once. I was highly impressed by his driving skills, but a little less appreciation for his character…
"That's right!" He said in a cocky tone. "No one stood a chance with me and my classic hunk of machine here. I'd do it again but I don't know if there's enough Jared to make another pass."
"You think not? I believe you could be of great importance to future contests" I said, think about next year's Twisted Metal.
"Wait, are you giving me an automatic invitation to do this whole damn thing again?" he said, as if he just got on to what I was hinting.
"Not exac… …enough of future matters, you got a prize to claim, Felix." I reminded him.
"Right, I forgot my skills need some rewarding now and again." He said, still maintaining his cocky tone. "Anything my hearts desire, huh?" He started going off into deep thought.
"You know what? I actually would like to do this whole thing again!" he stated. "I wish to go back in time and do this contest over!" he demanded in a 'who's the boss now?' attitude.
"You wish has been granted, Jared." I said.
With a clap of my arms, Jared Felix and Spectre had been transported in a flash of light back in time to the start of the contest.
"Time to rock and roll!" Jared shouted, as he raced into the raging battle in the Los Angeles streets, machine guns blazing.
Too bad for Jared, history did not repeat itself. As he was trying to gun down the duo driving Outlaw, a missile hit the building beside him, causing the two-story construct to collapse right onto him. I watched the whole thing unfold before me on my viewing monitor. He was never that smart, anyways...