A few Strokes before High Noon, the Eclipse was about to begin. As the ring master sauntered out into the dust and exhaust with a megaphone in her hand she gave a wicked grin that would turn any man jelly and turn a woman for the day. With that she held the megaphone up to her mouth, "Welcome all to the great race." A roar of applause followed. "The future historians have told of a major eclipse that would plunge us into complete darkness. We shall harness this power and race in darkness at high noon. Now I want a great race. There is no way that anyone here showed up to watch a clean race. I expect there to be very little sportsmanship and much wreckage. The gods shall be appeased with your actions, or none of us will die in the light!" At this point only half the sun was visible and a small dust storm was forming in the distance.
"Now at my mark the race shall begin. " Suddenly echoing over the crowd there was music playing. It was a familiar tune that everyone knows as a child. It brings anticipation, since a child doesn't know when it will pop. A vision of a jack-in-the-box forms in your minds, and then……….POP goes the weasel. The cars took off in a cloud of spraying gravel and a dark eruption of exhaust. The Cowboys, Vince and Gill got a jump on everyone and are hoofing it in their lifted Cadie with long horns screaming out into the darkness. One can only assume they anticipated the pop and hit it early.
State your (2) actions if you want describing them and roll a 1d10(scouts honor cant figure out that german website) and post it.
Stick them with the pointy end!
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