The air at Thunder Hollow is thick with the smell of "Legacy" exhaust and wet dirt. You are covered in a "Low-Res" layer of mud, your blue hair tucked away and your neutral-olive skin hidden under the "Chester Whipplefilter" disguise. You came here to find your speed, but as the gate drops, you realize the Source Code of this track is pure chaos.

"Welcome y'all to tonight's edition!" the announcer screams at High-Volume.

You look over at Cruz, who is looking like a total "Reject" in her "Francis Beltline" mud-coat. "Cruz, this isn't what I thought it was!" you yell over the roar of the "Lethal" engines around you. "Follow me and we'll slip out!"

But there's no exit. Miss Fritter looms over the field, her stop-sign saw blades spinning at a Substantial speed. She looks down at you and Cruz, her headlights glowing with a "Lethal" hunger.

"Look at here, boys!" she bellows. "We got us a couple of rookies! I’m gonna call you Muddy Bridges and you Laminate! Neither one of them has a single dent... I'm gonna fix that right now!"

She lunges toward you, her Substantial frame shaking the ground. Your 120fps instincts kick in, and you swerve, your red Converse (if you had them on) would be slipping in the muck. "Cruz! Look out!"

You spend the next ten minutes in a "System Overload" of dodging, weaving, and performing Lethal maneuvers just to keep from being "Deleted" by a school bus. By the time the race is over, you aren't a Gold Master champion—you're just a muddy "Reject" who survived the night.