GAME: Cutthroat rolls a (100)-sided die: ROLL: Motormaster rolled a 84 ROLL: Hun-Grrr rolled a 82 Motormaster is waiting at the appointed place, a smoothed and prepared salt flat out in the barrens where the Olympic stands, cameras, pit crews and so on have set up on the edge of the flat. He's leaning on his sword, glaring from under his hood at the mirages in the hot sun. Is that Hun-Grrr coming this way? Out of the distance, a figure emerges. At first, it's too hard to distinguish its form. But as it closes the distance, it begins to take shape. It's humanoid, wearing something grey. But no, attack!