Highway Hooligans
“Get out of the fast lane, cock-nugget!” Jake yelled, tailgating the Storm Surge as close as he could, until the little hybrid dodged out of the way to avoid getting rammed off of the road. The E5’s truck engine snarled as the Hooligans floored it again, hurtling down the road, only to have to slow up again because of a semi passing another semi. Jake leaned on the horn, then cut across to the shoulder and gunned it, the turbo whining as they passed on the right. The semi finished the pass, but Marcus noticed another problem.
“That teal turd is in our rear view.”
“Are you fucking shitting me right now!? We are not getting passed by a base-model wanna-be sports-coupe-has-been.” Jake said. As team Teal Terror started to close in on them, mostly due to the intense traffic slowing up the Dynamite E5, however, the mood in the car turned from anger to insanity.
“You know, we might be able to hold them off…” Trevor said, grinning. Cody gave Trevor a high-five, then said, “Marcus, shall we?”
“Let’s do it.”
Jake looked over at Marcus and gave a light nod. “Hoist the colors.”
Marcus jabbed a button on the radio, and the power retracting radio antenna started raising up from the passenger side rear quarter panel. As it stretched into the sky, the Jolly Roger unfurled in the strong wind, the old skull-and-crossbones pirate flag waving in the vicious breeze.
“Man the Cannons.” Jake said, grinning. Trevor propped the pneumatic potato cannon against the driveshaft tunnel, aimed at the inside of the door as the Teal Terror closed in on them. Trevor yanked the door handle and the Dynamite’s rear sliding door rushed open.
“Fire!” Jake yelled, and Trevor did so. The plastic pipe cannon erupted in a burst of confetti, glitter, and streamers, sailing across the windshield of the Teal Terror, though didn’t actually hit the car.
DING! “Your Driver-side Rear Door is Open.”
“Thank ye, Ivan, for tellin’ us the cannon door is open.” Marcus said, before laughing as Trevor wrenched the door closed.
“Think it’ll have done anything to them?” Cody asked.
“Nah. Worst case scenario, they get glitter in the cabin air vents and a good scare.” Trevor said. “I aimed it well in front of their car so that it wouldn’t hit the windshield or the passenger window.”
“Well, looks like they’ve backed off a little, but they’re still shadowing us. I’d suggest reloading that thing.” Marcus said.
“Yeah, probably best to reload our little party cannon before someone else tries to pass.” Trevor said, agreeing.
Aftermath:
Morale: +1 (No Change)
Fatigue: +3 (+2 this leg)
Waypoints Passed: 1
Notes: “Party Cannoned” another team. Held back by traffic.
@VicVictory: Yeah, sorry about that. I’ve got my own list of random events the team’s doing whenever a major ‘event’ happens. Getting caught-up-to, passed, or passing someone else has a list of about 5 or 6 outcomes on it. This was the first one. Hope you don’t mind. Either way, it was phrased in such a way that the worst it did was prevent an outright pass, while demonstrating the sheer insanity of the Highway Hooligans.
