Mad Mike: Dead Man's Curve

Mike must survive the most dangerous turn in the deadliest race track in the Deadlands.


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A beat up pickup truck started racing ahead of everyone else and the driver, wearing animal skin and a skull of a gorilla as a helmet howled and yelled to his partner, “WE’RE RUNNING AHEAD OF THE PACK MAN!” And his partner fist bumped him on the right shoulder and chuckled till his happy face (beneath his own gorilla skull helmet) looked surprised as he looked at his side mirror and tugged at his driving partner’s shoulder and his partner yelled back, “WHAT?” His partner pointed at his side mirror and the driver looked at his own and saw Mike wearing reflected sunglasses as he raced up and slammed the back of the truck as the bandits screamed and the truck swerved out of control till it slammed into the back of a hot rod, smashed it and flipped forward into the air.  The drummers on a 10-wheeler did not see, as they drummed, when the truck flew and landed right on top of them as one of the wheels kept spinning and shredded the face of a screaming drummer.  The 10-wheeler swerved as the driver lost control and the truck turned hard left as the remaining living drummers yelled/screamed as they thrashed about (trying to escape futile) and rolled violently as it threw debris and body parts everywhere.  Mike pulled back the gear shift and floored it as he sped faster and a biker, with a cab, appeared in front and Mike charged and rammed it, causing the bike and bandits to flip over to the left and over Mike’s car before hitting the ground and sending a shower of debris into the air.


    The road curved right and the pavement of the track turned into a dirt track and when the vehicles raced through with dirt flying in the air, almost fogging the track with a muddy brown cloud of dirt.  The crowds cheered and a pit opened up ahead of the DeLorean with spikes below and Mike swung the car to the right and around, just avoiding the trap.  A hot rod, with spears behind it, drove straight into the trap, hitting the trap door first before falling in and the trap closed shut as the dying bandits screamed.  A motorcycle gang surrounded Mike’s car and they hooted and yelped as they pulled out their hatchets.  Mike slammed on the brakes and spun the car clockwise as he pulled out his sawed off shotgun and fired both barrels out the driver side window, blasting a biker in the chest and face and flew back off his bike as the DeLorean smashed the bikes surrounding the car with the drivers and rollerbladers (people in hockey pads suffering behind the bikes and held metal balls) flying across the top or hood of the car, screaming, and fell hard onto the dirt road and crushed by the various surrounding vehicles.  The DeLorean faced back forward and sped faster as Mike stared out intently.  


    Mad Mike rammed the back right corner of a buggy car as he sped by and it slammed into the side of another as the driver screamed and flew his hands to his face as he, and his passenger, were instantly crushed by another buggy car in front of them that has a steel barrier protecting its back.  Mike drove up next to a black V8 Mustang with a bone made rammer and slammed into the right side of it three times before Mike cocked his shotgun.  The driver then pointed a small crossbow at him and fired as the arrow flew, just missing Mike’s face and hit the inside panel of the passenger door.  The driver started reloading and Mike put down the shotgun and slammed on the brakes till he was behind the V8 Mustang.  As the V8 roared to life, Mad Mike screamed in anger as he rammed hard behind the V8 Mustang.  The driver was thrown back and lost control as he dropped the crossbow and the vehicle swerved hard left as the driver threw his arms to his face as the bandit passenger, on the motorized V8 carriage buggy, screamed when the car smashed its right side and flipped over, crushing the driver and two passengers as the smashed front end of the car flew up in the air and slammed back down.


    Mad Mike slammed the back left corner of a hot rod truck, with a flamethrower turret on the back, as he sped past and the truck made a hard right and flipped till it smashed into a monster truck and they both exploded, sending flaming debris everywhere.  The burning debris bounced off vehicles and a large tire, from the monster truck, flew right a a biker, as he just saw it the last second, before he was knocked right off his bike.  The crowd cheered, as they witnessed the explosion, with the speakers still echoed Jan & Dean’s song and began replying over the loudspeakers.  The DeLorean and the other racers approached another turn and the road changed from a dirt to rocks with a rock wall as a barrier, separating the track from the stands and the outside, and as the racers raced along the rocks, the tires from the vehicles created a chorus of thumping noises.  A dump truck opened its back gate and dumped a yellowish liquid onto the stone road in Mike’s path and the passenger of the dump truck leaned out his window and threw a lite torch and when it struck the liquid it caused a raging fire right in Mike’s path.  The DeLorean raced right and through the flames and just as it appeared from the flames it rammed the back of a pickup and the arrow turret gunner fell back and when he looked up from the tailgate, Mike’s shotgun was pointed directly at his face (as Mike leaned out the driver side window) and Mike pulled the trigger, discharging both barrels and the arrow gunner’s head exploded like a watermelon.  Mike shifted gears and floored it, forcing the pickup to hit the back of a humvee.  The back gate of the humvee opened up and a bandit appeared with a rocket launcher, aiming it directly at Mike.  Mike slammed on the brakes as the driver of the pickup screamed at the bandit with the rocket launcher, “NO, WAIT!” But the bandit fired the rocket launcher anyway and the front of the pickup exploded and flipped backwards, just missing the DeLorean, and the driver and passenger of a war rig (right behind Mike) container truck looked shocked as the blown pickup hurtled towards them and were crushed as the cab was smashed.  The cab suddenly stopped, forcing the container part of the war rig to flip forward, causing the bandits on top to fly in the air and scream.  As it came down, Mike spun the wheel (still pressing the brakes) and the DeLorean spun counterclockwise as the war rig slammed to the ground upside down.  Mad Mike immediately straightened out and engaged the V8 as it roared and Mike floored it, making a burning rubber noise.  


    The DeLorean and the other vehicles began to approach another turn and the track will turn back to pavement when Mike saw planted mines at the edge of the turnover and Mike made a hard left as the mines exploded to the right and the chain reaction came close, alongside his car.  The others behind and around Mike turned as well but a large pickup blew from a mine, flipped in the air and fell left and on top of a war rigged bus as the gunners screamed (as the truck fell) and crushed them in the center, forcing the bus to stop.  The crowd booed and the turrets on top of the stands focused on the bus (as the remaining living bandits on the bus stumbled/ran out of the wreck vehicle) and fired a barrage of .50 caliber bullets that shredded the bus and screaming bandits to metal and bloody chunked pieces till all the people, associated with the bus, are all lifeless corpses and the bus looked like a large metal version of Swiss cheese.  A couple of bikers were incinerated and a pickup arrow turret and a ‘98 V8 Ford Mustang were blown by the mines and the crowds cheered and a crazed middle aged woman yelled, “More blood!  More blood!” And the crowd surrounding the woman chanted what she said.


    The black DeLorean raced past a flame painted white ‘68 Dodge Challenger and a pair of motorcycles as Jan & Dean bellowed from the loudspeakers, “I flew past La Brea, Schwab’s and Crescent Heights.  And all the Jag could see were my six taillights.” One of the bikers noticed Mike’s DeLorean, pulled out a machine pistol and fired a burst at the driver side of Mike’s car.  The bullets bounced off harmlessly and Mike looked out his plexiglass driver side window and noticed the biker is trying to reload his gun.  Mike swerved to the left, just a little, as the biker is distracted and by the time he noticed, he just had enough time to give out a short cry as his bike is knocked off balance and both him and his bike were crushed beneath the left rear tire of the DeLorean.  The other biker approached from the right and pulled out his machine pistol, but just before he fired, Mike jerked the DeLorean to the right, hit the biker and pinned the biker against the left passenger side door of the Dodge Challenger as the biker drowned out screams of agony as both of his legs are pinned between both cars and the biker dropped/lost his machine pistol in the impact.  The driver of the Challenger pulled out a large pistol and tried to take aim but the biker, failing about as he tried to brake or pry open Mike’s passenger side window without success, kept blocking his aim.  When Mike noticed the driver of the Challenger is trying to take aim, Mike shoved his car hard to the right, forcing the Challenger to the right and the driver of the Challenger shoved back to the left (all the while the pinned biker’s body swung to the left and right like a toy doll).  In one hard shove, Mike yanked the wheel to the right and immediately pulled to the left, sending the Challenger swerving out of its lane to the next one on the right and the DeLorean pulled away, letting go of the biker, but as a result (due to the biker’s crushed legs) the biker and his bike fell and were both crushed/run over by the tires of the Challenger.  The driver of the Challenger was about to swerve hard at Mike till he looked up and the last thing he saw is the back end of a 10 wheeler before the entire front end of the Dodge Challenger was crushed/incinerated and the entire engine block smashed through the dashboard and steering wheel and crushed the bottom half of the driver as his vision suddenly went black.


    Mike watched as the front end of the Challenger was crushed/incinerated and the rest of it cartwheeled forward in the air before slamming into the back side of the cabin of the 10 wheeler and came to rest right behind it (where a container or a trailer that the truck can pull can hook up to) as Jan & Dean sang over the sound of smashed metal, “He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve...” And Mike looked ahead to see a very sharp turn approaching rapidly.  The announcer’s voice interrupted Jan & Dean and bellowed over the loudspeakers and over the sounds of both the cheering crowds and the roaring noises of the engines of the cars on the track, “DEAD MAN’S CURVE COMING UP!  Who will survive the curve!” Jan & Dean came back over the loudspeakers, “But I pulled her out and there we were - at Dead Man’s Curve!” And the crowd cheered as Mike pulled the ammo of both his shotgun and .44, that were lying on the passenger seat, close to him on the passenger seat and pulled out “Punk Killer” from its cradle on the center console and lodged it between his seat and the floor beneath him and shoved the left side of his body up against his door and when he and all the other drivers began their turn on the 75 degree embankment of the Dead Man’s Curve, all hell broke loose.

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