Emily was ready. SHE WAS SO FREAKING READY. SHE WAS READY TO BLOW THESE GODDAMNED YARDRATIANS OR WHATEVER THE HELL THEY WERE TO PIECES.
Emily had just received a letter in the mailbox she didn’t have. The letter was an invitation to the kind of sort of prestigious Mediocre Division Yardrat Speed Championship. The letter was very specific about it not being about drugs. It was kind of funny because very few people said “speed” as a drug anymore. Emily hitched a ride with Cyril to Yardrat so she could compete AND THEN BLOW THEIR FUCKING MINDS BECAUSE SHE WAS JUST SO FAST. So fast guys and girls. So fast Emily was really about medium speed. She was fast of course, but she wasn’t THAT fast. She wasn’t Thunder Division fast like Cyril was. But you know. She was fast.
Emily stepped out of Cyril’s glowing cloud of a ship and was greeted to a really nice race track. It was pretty stereotypical too. A stadium surrounding a track. The track was black. Yellow lines ran across it to mark positions or something. Emily didn’t actually know since she never ever raced before. Emily wondered what it was like to run in a race, but then quit since she would soon know how it felt to run in a race because she was about to run in a race. Simple as that, really.
Skip ahead a bit, and Emily was meeting her competitors. One was a Changeling whose name was Gary. Another was a Human whose name was Dick. Emily almost attack him upon hearing his name, but refrained. Stupid litter bugs. Yet another was a Bio-Tuffle named Lily, whom Emily immediately liked, who was competing.
Skip ahead yet one more time and the race was beginning. Emily totally won. CAUSE SHE WAS FAST.
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