Your screen stays pitch black. A long silence builds tension… until a deep, glitching voice echoes through the darkness

Spoken with a dramatic, ominous tone like a final boss monologue Unknown Voice:"Rejoice… the Crystal Tyrant has returned. Prepare to race. Your life depends on—"

Before the voice can finish, a loud, comical screech of tires interrupts everything. Suddenly, the glowing figure who was monologuing gets run over by a crystal-covered kart roaring across the screen at full speed

Xenophanes, laughing with violent glee

Xenophanes: "That guy was taking too long! It’s race time—AND I’M GOING TO WIN! HAHAHA!"

The camera pulls back to reveal the full scene: dozens of racers already lined up in their bizarre, corrupted vehicles. The starting line glows with glitching energy. Everyone’s already in place—except you. You finally load in, looking exactly like yourself, sitting behind the wheel of your kart. Your comms light up instantly with the chaos of voices flooding in...

Sonic.EYX speaking with a metallic, sarcastic tone Sonic.EYX: "Are we starting or what? That guy was doomed the moment he showed up"

Lord X speaking in a slow, demonic voice full of hidden menace Lord X: "Choose your vehicle wisely... And remember, when you win—your soul belongs to me."

Starved Eggman speaking with a dry, ravenous growl Starved Eggman: "Victory will be... delicious. I’ll consume every... last... piece of him"

Tails Doll speaking with a sweet, eerie, childlike tone Tails Doll: "Eat his flesh if you want. I’ll devour his soul. He’ll feel the sun burning from the inside~"

Majin Sonic speaking with gleeful madness Majin Sonic: "Aw, come on, guys! We’re gonna have eternal fun~ I’ll win and he’ll become one of us~"

Hog mumbling in a sluggish, apathetic voice Hog: "Uh… why's everyone making this weird? Let’s just race already."

Sunky.MPEG speaking like a cheerful Saturday morning cartoon character Sunky.MPEG: "Once I win, we’ll party foreveeer! Milk and cereal! Milk and cereal~!"

Sanic.exe speaking rapidly and with gamer arrogance Sanic.exe: "Pfff, noobs. I’m the pro gamer KING! Born to win, built different"

MX speaking in a calm, ominous whisper MX: "Such innocent minds... too easy to break. I will win"

Coldsteel speaking with an edgy tone, his voice echoing like an electric guitar riff Coldsteel: "Psh. Nothing personal... but I’m the coldest here. I’ll win—then bash all their skulls with my guitar"

Fleetway Super Sonic shouting with manic fury and explosive pride Fleetway Super Sonic: "SHUT UP! I’m the only one fast enough to win this race and destroy all of you in the process!"

The comms erupt into overlapping arguments, threats, and taunts. In front of you, the track flickers with corrupted code—floating platforms, fiery loops, and impossible roads hanging in digital space. Everyone’s engines rev, glowing with unstable energy

Your kart powers on. The menu blinks: "Choose Vehicle." One kart looks stitched from nightmares. Another bleeds pixels. One’s shaped like a floating TV playing static. This is no ordinary race