A Twisted Road To Darkness

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A Twisted Metal Story of the New Driver


"Twisted Metal. It has been going on for more than 11 years. And yet, no one has ever managed to stop this contest. Nor attempt the wish to take it over. I guess they're too dumb for their own good. Ha." Calypso, the man who had created Twisted Metal 11 years ago, was wondering around his blimp. Holding a glass of red wine, he sipped it through his yellow tainted teeth.

" No competitors meant no Twisted Metal. Now we can't have that now can we?" He grinned devilishly. "But who will do battle and where shall the carnage be? Every place on Earth has been annihilated. Which pleases me very much." He grinned again, which in return flipped into a frown. "Where and who are the main questions." He stared out his window at the annihilated Los Angles. All that remained was Specter, Road Kill, and Sweet Tooth battling in the Ring of Fire in the center of the city.

He only grinned as his devil child, Sweet Tooth, blew Spencer to Hell. Literally. Only remains of Bloody Mary was her gown, soaked in blood and eventually engulfed in flames from Hell. Sweet Tooth groaned as Road Kill sped away from him. "Come on you victim! You know eventually you'll die by my hands or Calypsos!" shouted Sweet Tooth. "Twisted Metal is a sport! Not a gladiator battle!" screamed John Doe. "Same shit!" yelled Sweet Tooth as he launched a missile. "No!" yelled John Doe. He blew up, spinning 360s like a professional skater. He eventually hit the boundaries of the arena; Hells flames. Sweet Tooth's Tasty Treats Ice Cream Truck eventually came to a halt in front of John Doe's death place. He saw him crawling out the flaming deathtrap, struggling to his feet.

"I…need….to remember…I…" His words where cut off by the sudden stabbing pain in his chest. "Tooth….you'll rot…in Hell…"He whispered before being thrown into the flames again.

"Calypso! I won your contest! I'll 'dieing' to meet you." He smirked, showing his rotten teeth. The Ring of Fire fell, allowing the psychopathic clown to go to the Drive-In Movie arena. Calypso smirked, and watched down below. He saw a single human walking to John Doe's car. Calypso frowned. "I thought all the humans in this damned city died! Who is that?" He kept watching him. The young man was looking at John Doe's rotting corpse. "Calypso…Twisted Metal…any wish…Amia…" The young man murmured. "Sweet Tooth…" He grinned devilishly and screamed at the top of his lungs, " Calypso! I want to be a part of Twisted Metal! I know you can hear me! I want to find who killed Amia! I want to KILL! Her murder fueled my fire!" He panted and walked to the nearest burned tree.

Calypso grinned ear to ear, his eyes flickering fire. "Twisted Metal will be different this year! I will bring people from alternate realities! The future, the past all! May God be with your souls, drivers."

"Welcome…to Twisted Metal!"