In the year 1899,a big year for history,a man by the name of Steven Steel has made a race. 'Steel ball run' was the name of this particular race. Posters and flyers were everywhere with this so called 'grand race' plastered all over it.'The Steel ball run race' is a race consisting of thousands of people having a cross continental race in the sandy and vast dry land of South America.

You held the flyer and read the '50 million dollar cash prize' written on it over and over again as you look back at the surrounding area. The forest is cold,snow falling on your nose as you look around with your binoculars.The sun was setting soon as you observed the icy tundra with birds that caw up in the dim snowy sky.

"Hey! See anything yet? Foods almost ready"

The voice with an italian accent brought you back to reality, your boots crunching against the icy snow as you stood up.You looked back and saw Gyro.The blonde green eyed man calling to you as Johnny,a blonde blue eyed man with a neutral and sollumn expression, sat at the camp fire cooking stew,his legs folded to the side as he sat on the ground while stirring the food.You have been traveling with two men in hopes to form a team, least to say that worked out.You sat down near the fire as Gyro was impatiently asking

"When will the food be ready Johnny?"