It’s the year 2230, society as we know it is no more. The works of a man named Maxamilian Arturo have cemented the idea of social Darwinism in the world’s collective mindset. The strong rule by the only right there is, the right of power. Forget the right of the people, the meek have not inherited the earth, they are little more than the toy’s of the powerful. Unless one is ruthless or quite skilled there is no upward mobility in society. In this grim time the powers that be have seen fit to insure the pacification of the people by employing new methods of entertainment. Most popular of which is a sport which is a combination of gladiatorial combat, reality tv, and motorcycle racing. Any and all can enter, riding any and all forms of vehicle. The rules on the track are simple, there are none….<br/><br/>(OOC Note when in a race weather a character lives/dies is up to the player(s) though there should be no death without consent, furthermore the racing action itself will be freeform as far as description goes. To determine the winner of a race we will use the E dicebot. Each track will have a stat that it leans towards such as weapon power, or top speed, ect. You will add you’re rides stat number for that specic stat to your role and that will be your score the one with the highest score wins. If there are any questions please ask me via pm)<br/><br/><br/>John showed up at the main gate he looked around walking inside the large house where the racer’s would be held, he had been briefed on everything….there were cameras everywhere and that meant EVERYWHERE even the bathroom, the tv guys didn’t wanna miss a second. He laughed a bit at the idea of all of America watching him take a piss. He had his shotgun, chainsaw, and spare clothes in a duffel bag. He was wearing a black leather jacket, and some blue jeans, as well as a blue shirt and a brown belt. He knew that he’d be stuck living with the other riders and that the house was pretty much anything goes. He grinned and wondered if there would be any ladies this season, and if so maybe they’d want a piece of the John-man?<br/>