The sun hung low in the sky, the rocky desert landscape the only thing in sight. Well, that is, except for the 12 racers lined up, ready to race, maybe to the death.
Two of them were in big-rigs, four in buggies, two on each the motorcycle and ATV, and Him in the mud plugger.
Across from Him was a metal bridge, while further forward laid a shallow but extremely wide ravine of sorts, like a huge giant stepped there and left a huge footprint. After that, the track split off into three paths; one for the medium-to-small sized vehicles like the cars, buggies, ATVs, and motorcycles, and the two other paths that shortly joined together for the larger vehicles like big-rigs, trucks and mud pluggers.
The paths then snaked left then right where there were three levels for each sized vehicle. Small ones at the top, larger ones at the bottom.
The road then took a right again into a boulder-filled straight-away to the finish line.
But His current position was not directly in front of the finish line, because once off the ramp/finish line, the ground fell away into another pit, this one deeper and holding a massive rock in the middle of it. The track then veered left and cut into two paths;
one on the right, for the buggy and smaller, and the middle one that dominated the track nearly entirely, ment for the other, larger vehicles.
He was already planning his rout even before the race began.