Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Extreme Racer Zero. I don't own the cars, or
the any characters other than my own.
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They say that behind every great man is some type of possession or item, normally depending on the situation. On the highway, that possession happens to be his or her car. A machine that from the start is built to perfection and that perfection is only taken to another level with every upgrade. So can one actually claim the throne as owning the vehicle? The one and only vehicle that has achieved such heights, that is almost impossible for others to achieve? Even if that were the case, how would someone go about doing this...through fame? Wealth? Skill? Corruption? Power? Luck? From past experience, and talking to people, the average racer comes up with about five different questions every second. The average highway race lasts about one minute. Three hundred questions...during a race a person can normally ask themselves about three hundred questions. Sad to say, over half of those questions are useless. But out of those three hundred, 299 of them are the ones that really have no effect on the outcome. That really serve no purpose in how well you do. It all boils down to the one question that ever racer tries not to ask. Am I going to win? A five word question is all it takes to add immeasurable pressure to a person to the point of a simple jerk on the wheel, and causing the person to lose control of the car. Here's another statistic. Over your whole racing career, if you ask yourself that for every time you race, and if you race once a day, everyday, that's 365 times that you've put your race on the line, all because you couldn't keep focused.
With all of that said, some people would say that there are so many factors that determine the winner of a race. Others say that there are too many. Out of all of them, there are two factors that everyone can agree on. The first being skill. With skill it boils down to this. Whatever you do to win the race is skill. I've always doubted that there's such a thing called a lucky win. The screw ups that any racer makes are his or her fault. The second factor is dreaded more by every racer than skill, and the five word question. Speed. It's a nightmare for any racer to drive on the highway totally prepared, and to watch as the rear bumper of their opponent's car vanishes within seconds. In the other hand, speed is sometimes what causes a great comeback in a race, when a racer snatches his or her victory from "the jaws of defeat".
Nevertheless though, the word said aloud and alone sounds just as powerful as it looks. Speed. And with another simple four lettered word, the one powerful word alone then becomes a phrase that makes any racer on the highway cringe in their seats no matter how relaxing the environment may seem. King. Speed King. A phrase that can be titled as the tyrant of phrases. And with the highway like a kingdom, every great kingdom comes with a great ruler. There isn't a better name that suits the ruler than the two most powerful words combined.
That one racer (Speed King) stands at the very top as the most highly respected racer, and with his thirteen generals, they all come together to form the strongest group of all the highways of Tokyo, The 13 Devils.
Those who can defeat all fourteen of these racers, come out as legends, and for the most part are respected by almost all. But when the new legend arises, the old legend becomes a faint memory of the past, and his glory may only be reclaimed by once again climbing to the top. Since the history of highway racing, there have been but two legends. The first, being Speed King himself who raced and defeated every racer. He never lost a race, until I entered the kingdom. I was the second. Once I came out on top, I felt there was no longer a purpose in continuing with a spare time career such as this. The very car that allowed me to come out on top now sits in a garage. Because I left the roadways, and haven't returned for two years, I stripped myself of my title, and I'm now thought of as nothing. And even though life has been less hectic, less stressful...I miss the rush, and the pressure behind every race.
Behind every great man is some type of possession or object depending on the situation. On the highways, it's his or her car. I craved to be the great man that I once was, and that very crave was what lead me back to the highway to claim again what was rightfully mine. With over hundred's of racers to defeat, there was only one who kept me from my title as legend. The only threat there was. Speed King.
Please review. Thank you
They say that behind every great man is some type of possession or item, normally depending on the situation. On the highway, that possession happens to be his or her car. A machine that from the start is built to perfection and that perfection is only taken to another level with every upgrade. So can one actually claim the throne as owning the vehicle? The one and only vehicle that has achieved such heights, that is almost impossible for others to achieve? Even if that were the case, how would someone go about doing this...through fame? Wealth? Skill? Corruption? Power? Luck? From past experience, and talking to people, the average racer comes up with about five different questions every second. The average highway race lasts about one minute. Three hundred questions...during a race a person can normally ask themselves about three hundred questions. Sad to say, over half of those questions are useless. But out of those three hundred, 299 of them are the ones that really have no effect on the outcome. That really serve no purpose in how well you do. It all boils down to the one question that ever racer tries not to ask. Am I going to win? A five word question is all it takes to add immeasurable pressure to a person to the point of a simple jerk on the wheel, and causing the person to lose control of the car. Here's another statistic. Over your whole racing career, if you ask yourself that for every time you race, and if you race once a day, everyday, that's 365 times that you've put your race on the line, all because you couldn't keep focused.
With all of that said, some people would say that there are so many factors that determine the winner of a race. Others say that there are too many. Out of all of them, there are two factors that everyone can agree on. The first being skill. With skill it boils down to this. Whatever you do to win the race is skill. I've always doubted that there's such a thing called a lucky win. The screw ups that any racer makes are his or her fault. The second factor is dreaded more by every racer than skill, and the five word question. Speed. It's a nightmare for any racer to drive on the highway totally prepared, and to watch as the rear bumper of their opponent's car vanishes within seconds. In the other hand, speed is sometimes what causes a great comeback in a race, when a racer snatches his or her victory from "the jaws of defeat".
Nevertheless though, the word said aloud and alone sounds just as powerful as it looks. Speed. And with another simple four lettered word, the one powerful word alone then becomes a phrase that makes any racer on the highway cringe in their seats no matter how relaxing the environment may seem. King. Speed King. A phrase that can be titled as the tyrant of phrases. And with the highway like a kingdom, every great kingdom comes with a great ruler. There isn't a better name that suits the ruler than the two most powerful words combined.
That one racer (Speed King) stands at the very top as the most highly respected racer, and with his thirteen generals, they all come together to form the strongest group of all the highways of Tokyo, The 13 Devils.
Those who can defeat all fourteen of these racers, come out as legends, and for the most part are respected by almost all. But when the new legend arises, the old legend becomes a faint memory of the past, and his glory may only be reclaimed by once again climbing to the top. Since the history of highway racing, there have been but two legends. The first, being Speed King himself who raced and defeated every racer. He never lost a race, until I entered the kingdom. I was the second. Once I came out on top, I felt there was no longer a purpose in continuing with a spare time career such as this. The very car that allowed me to come out on top now sits in a garage. Because I left the roadways, and haven't returned for two years, I stripped myself of my title, and I'm now thought of as nothing. And even though life has been less hectic, less stressful...I miss the rush, and the pressure behind every race.
Behind every great man is some type of possession or object depending on the situation. On the highways, it's his or her car. I craved to be the great man that I once was, and that very crave was what lead me back to the highway to claim again what was rightfully mine. With over hundred's of racers to defeat, there was only one who kept me from my title as legend. The only threat there was. Speed King.