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Prologue:
Author’s Note:Hello everyone. This is DW/FE10 here, with a new Race Story. The old one kinda fell apart, so I decided to make a new one, using many aspects and things from the original that were well liked.
This is a race story - the idea of which comes from gtplanet.com. Using Gran Turismo 4 for photos works wonders, and is a lot simpler than making each photo from scratch. Some of the infamous things from other stories do make an appearance, such as the legendary Armageddon Van.
Hope you enjoy my first work since… a while. I use colored text to differentiate what characters there are.
Prologue I: A New Beginning
Stuff in black italics is the main character’s thoughts and some actions. The main character is in blue, Micaiah is in violet.
Date: Feb. 15, 2007. Time: 12:32 PM
The darkness fades away as my eyes open slowly.
“Where… am I?” I groan out.
“The Infineon Raceway General Hospital, sir.” The nurse replied.… Wait. Why a nurse? Why am I even in the hospital to begin with?
“What…happened? Why am I in the hospital?” My voice grates out the words.
“At over 160 MPH, you wrecked your Toyota Minolta 88-CV when the one guy hit you during the race last month.”
“Did that really… happen? I don’t… remember… anything.” That really… happened? What? Why? HOW?
“James Morgan spun you out. But that’s in the past. You really don’t recall anything? Anything at all?”
“No… I don’t remember… anything. Not even my name…” WHAT? I don’t remember ANYTHING? I don’t even know my own name. Why did this happen? Who would and why would someone do this to me?
“Of course… I always get stuck with the amnesiacs or the ones with permanent memory loss. Figures.”
“Do… you… know anything about who I am?” Please. At least my name…
“All the hospital records show is your name and when you came into the hospital.”
“Wait… you said I was in a race a MONTH ago? How long have I been in here?" Strange. I’m a race car driver? How long have I been in here?
“You’ve been sitting in that bed for about a month. Knocked out cold.”
“… What’s my name?” I’m a race car driver? What?
“Hmm… You really do have amnesia, then. Your name is… Kenji Yamamoto, according to the hospital records.”
“… When can I leave this place?” Hmm… My name is useless to me. I want to know… why this has happened.
“I think one of your friends is in the lobby, waiting for you. You can leave now if you want - you just had to wake up to be able to leave.”
“Good.” Friends? I have friends?
I slowly walk to the elevator. As I go down the floors, I search my memory for anything - but all there is is a blank zone. I remember NOTHING at all.
As I exit the elevator, a girl with long black hair runs up to me and hugs me. My eyeballs were on fire.
“KENJI! YOU’RE OK!”
“Who… are you? I don’t remember anything…” A girl? Since when do I have any friends that are girls?
“Wait… what? You don’t remember me?”
“No… I don’t remember anything.” Intriguing. Who is this girl… She’s hot though…
“NOOOOOOO….WHHHHYYYYYYY!!!!....”
She started to cry.
“Shhh… We don’t need another patient for this quack place. What’s your name?” Hmm… Must be some emotional connection here. Not sure why though…
“M--Micaiah--Micaiah Takata. I - I’m your girlfriend.”
“…Uhhh… OK…” ??? I have a girlfriend? Wow…
“*Sniff*… Why did this have to happen? WHY?”
“Calm down, calm down. Take me somewhere and explain just what the 🤬 is going on? Who am I? Why am I here? Why am I a race car driver?” Oh lord… this is going to get awkward.
“Well… *sniff*… I suppose we can go to the Caedus Kaido coffee shop and restaurant in Yosemite… It’s where we always go after you race…”
“We do? Or… we did? Sounds good. I‘m hungry…” Sounds like a good place to eat… Yosemite… peaceful…
“*Laughs* Well… I can see that your appetite hasn’t changed much. *sniff* I suppose we can go sort this out there… Maybe a few people there can help us out.”
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In the parking lot of the hospital…
“Whoa… Who owns that… Skyline, is it?” DROOL….
“I do. My first car, thanks to my dad. Good... You remember at least what it is.”
“Can I drive?” Wait… I remember… something. A sweet memory?
“You think you can? OK… I guess you can. Hopefully this will all come back to you…”
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Fin Prologue I
Author’s Note:Hello everyone. This is DW/FE10 here, with a new Race Story. The old one kinda fell apart, so I decided to make a new one, using many aspects and things from the original that were well liked.
This is a race story - the idea of which comes from gtplanet.com. Using Gran Turismo 4 for photos works wonders, and is a lot simpler than making each photo from scratch. Some of the infamous things from other stories do make an appearance, such as the legendary Armageddon Van.
Hope you enjoy my first work since… a while. I use colored text to differentiate what characters there are.
Prologue I: A New Beginning
Stuff in black italics is the main character’s thoughts and some actions. The main character is in blue, Micaiah is in violet.
Date: Feb. 15, 2007. Time: 12:32 PM
The darkness fades away as my eyes open slowly.
“Where… am I?” I groan out.
“The Infineon Raceway General Hospital, sir.” The nurse replied.… Wait. Why a nurse? Why am I even in the hospital to begin with?
“What…happened? Why am I in the hospital?” My voice grates out the words.
“At over 160 MPH, you wrecked your Toyota Minolta 88-CV when the one guy hit you during the race last month.”
“Did that really… happen? I don’t… remember… anything.” That really… happened? What? Why? HOW?
“James Morgan spun you out. But that’s in the past. You really don’t recall anything? Anything at all?”
“No… I don’t remember… anything. Not even my name…” WHAT? I don’t remember ANYTHING? I don’t even know my own name. Why did this happen? Who would and why would someone do this to me?
“Of course… I always get stuck with the amnesiacs or the ones with permanent memory loss. Figures.”
“Do… you… know anything about who I am?” Please. At least my name…
“All the hospital records show is your name and when you came into the hospital.”
“Wait… you said I was in a race a MONTH ago? How long have I been in here?" Strange. I’m a race car driver? How long have I been in here?
“You’ve been sitting in that bed for about a month. Knocked out cold.”
“… What’s my name?” I’m a race car driver? What?
“Hmm… You really do have amnesia, then. Your name is… Kenji Yamamoto, according to the hospital records.”
“… When can I leave this place?” Hmm… My name is useless to me. I want to know… why this has happened.
“I think one of your friends is in the lobby, waiting for you. You can leave now if you want - you just had to wake up to be able to leave.”
“Good.” Friends? I have friends?
I slowly walk to the elevator. As I go down the floors, I search my memory for anything - but all there is is a blank zone. I remember NOTHING at all.
As I exit the elevator, a girl with long black hair runs up to me and hugs me. My eyeballs were on fire.
“KENJI! YOU’RE OK!”
“Who… are you? I don’t remember anything…” A girl? Since when do I have any friends that are girls?
“Wait… what? You don’t remember me?”
“No… I don’t remember anything.” Intriguing. Who is this girl… She’s hot though…
“NOOOOOOO….WHHHHYYYYYYY!!!!....”
She started to cry.
“Shhh… We don’t need another patient for this quack place. What’s your name?” Hmm… Must be some emotional connection here. Not sure why though…
“M--Micaiah--Micaiah Takata. I - I’m your girlfriend.”
“…Uhhh… OK…” ??? I have a girlfriend? Wow…
“*Sniff*… Why did this have to happen? WHY?”
“Calm down, calm down. Take me somewhere and explain just what the 🤬 is going on? Who am I? Why am I here? Why am I a race car driver?” Oh lord… this is going to get awkward.
“Well… *sniff*… I suppose we can go to the Caedus Kaido coffee shop and restaurant in Yosemite… It’s where we always go after you race…”
“We do? Or… we did? Sounds good. I‘m hungry…” Sounds like a good place to eat… Yosemite… peaceful…
“*Laughs* Well… I can see that your appetite hasn’t changed much. *sniff* I suppose we can go sort this out there… Maybe a few people there can help us out.”
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In the parking lot of the hospital…
“Whoa… Who owns that… Skyline, is it?” DROOL….
“I do. My first car, thanks to my dad. Good... You remember at least what it is.”
“Can I drive?” Wait… I remember… something. A sweet memory?
“You think you can? OK… I guess you can. Hopefully this will all come back to you…”
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Fin Prologue I
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