"I suppose that works well enough. Your support is welcomed."<br/><br/>The Nightman glanced over at the vampire nightman clone robots...and could only describe the expression as one of intrigue and disgust. But he silently agreed to himself that they were much less disturbing (and possibly infinitely more useful) than the bumbling zombie clone. He shook his head and sighed, before turning to the monitor.<br/><br/>"Now. It seems as if they are following what I have learned are the Storm Riders. Given their direction.."<br/><br/>He pressed a button and a mini map popped up in the bottom corner of the screen.<br/><br/>"...they are most likely headed here. It is the only significantly sized structure in the area, significant enough to house a bunch of rowdy bikers atleast. It must be their base. And of course..."<br/><br/>He pressed a button and brought the screen to the street view of the base, and then turned his wrist to angle the feed around the corner.<br/><br/>"...they are right around the corner from an atmosferrie bar....something called a 'Hooters'. No doubt a hangout of theirs. I suggest we overthrow this Hooters and use it as a foothold until they reach the base."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The Dayman felt a rush of poor air gust by him. He looked up to see an inky blur and some sort of UFO speeding away from everyone.<br/><br/>"Blast. They found my pet squid, Boopen Jr," The Dayman paused for a moment of silents, and remembered the sweet calamari taste of a previous foe, "and my pet UFO! Oh how the aliens aren't going to be pleased with this...filthy commoners. I will catch you!"<br/><br/>The Dayman kicked his codpiece kart into top gear and began to drive more recklessly than ever before. And soon approached an ink covered...well hobo...but more barbaric than usual. Not really caring that there was a poor person in the road, The Dayman pushed the pedal harder than ever and muttered:<br/><br/>"Filthy vagrants....20 points!"<br/><br/>And he collided with Pullio and kept on truckin in style, as his codpiece kart sustained no damage, obviously. Poor people can't hurt royal property of course. They are unable to get dirty. How else do you think he keeps his suit and codpiece so clean?<br/><br/>Stratus didn't really care much for the race anymore.<br/><br/>"I don't really care much for this race anymore!"<br/><br/>He shouted out towards whoever would listen, which generally is no one at all.<br/><br/>"I am the biggest baddest biker out here."<br/><br/>He saw The Dayman casually blow through a vagrant in the middle of the road and kept going.<br/><br/>"Ha! You are so puny cod man. If you think you can take that guy out...watch this!"<br/><br/>Stratus hurled his bike towards Pullio full throttle and as he approached, stood up on his bike, bent over, and mooned the barbarian as he flew past on his bike. He pulled up his pants and began to laugh.<br/><br/>"See! I am the bigger man here. You wouldn't have dared to defeat an enemy in that way!"