**You have entered the race**
**Please keep to the trackway. Defiant gamers would be eliminated by the game's influence**
[You are moving at 850mph, Nightingale]
[110,671 Position]
Once Trent had slammed the accelerator and gripped the controls, he had picked up otherworldly speed. He cut through the starting line with a blur of sonic red and into the trackway, lagging behind but fast enough to catch up and speed past within minutes.
Trent looked at both sides of his vehicle as he entered the holographic trackway. Everything seemed slow to him although he was moving very fast. His hovercraft swirled upside down, following the figure and craft of the trackway like a rollercoaster. Within seconds, he zoomed past five gamers with poorly perked vehicles, whizzing past them like a blur of neon.