[0:30]So there we were, wheel to wheel with the nastiest racing cars I've ever seen. Razor sharp chrome gleaming in the dark, weapons bristling under rumbling hoods... Oh, the Kras City welcoming committee. Have a drink, friend. Yeah, well, whoever they were, they messed with the wrong racers! Jak and I are world famous! And we're connected too. We've been, thanks, invited to Kras City for the reading of some will... a rich guy named Krew. The big gang lord? Yeah, "big" is right! We were Krew's muscle in Haven City, but old tub of butter kicked the bucket. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, slowly the racers circled us. The smell of fear hung in the air, and the smell of something else too! I told Jak, "Lose the suckers!"
[1:45]My, my, sounds like this city's terribly dangerous. Maybe we should get law enforcement to crack down. Hmm. hmm. hmmm. hmmmm. Yeah, well, this place don't scare us. No nasty gang is gonna get us to turn tail and run. Sounds like they had you dead to rights. How did you survive?
[2:49]Jak was barely able to handle himself, but with my help we took 'em all out, until only one was left. Really. You know, people in this town have a way of getting in over their heads, like at the bottom of the ocean. Ehh... Easy boys, my story's almost over. Yes, it is!
[3:14]Wait a minute it gets better. Really!
[3:23]Dax, get in the car! Jak! Are you crazy? You ruined my story! Now! Aggghh! What are you waiting for? Step on it, Jak!
[3:39]I told you not to go out. We're getting death threats, Dax. Someone doesn't want us here. Ya think?! I say we take the next boat home. Not a chance! Hang on! JAAAKK!!!
[4:02]Let's get this over with and blow this burg. Who called us here, anyway? Krew's daughter, Rayn. Krew had a daughter? Krew... REPRODUCED?! Eew... Can you imagine what that tub of jelly must look like? Thank you for coming to Kras City. It looks like some didn't make it. Ah well... I'm Rayn. Before father died, his wishes were simple, to have his will played for his closest associates. and for us to drink to his passing. This special vintage he kept for the very occasion... to toast his death. Here's to old friends, and to father 's untimely... death.
[4:44]So, without further delay his message to us. Hello nearly friends and mostly enemies. If you're listening to this message then I must be dead. Oh well... As you all know I loved racing, almost as much as I loved weapons. Alas, I never fulfilled my living dream of winning the biggest race of all - the Kras City Grand Championship. But even in death, I will field the greatest racing team ever assembled and win the biggest race on the planet. You are the best of the best, and you will race for me! Forget it! I expect you're all riled up by now, so let me tell you why you will race, and you will win. If all went as planned, you just gave a touching toast in my honour. Sorry to say, but I put poison in that special vintage. Quite unsporting of me really. Father! This is where Rayn probably gets upset. Sorry dear. It's a slow acting poison, or you'd already be dead! You have just enough time to finish this year's racing season. If you race for me and win, my associates will provide you each with an antidote to the poison. Simple, eh? What the hell did you do to us? Please, I didn't know. I drank it too. Father never did play favorites. Yeah, well your father's crazy! We're all crazy for coming here! I think she's telling the truth. Well, it's been one minute, so I figure by now you're all arguing about how to get out of this mess. My advice is trust no one! Win the race and save yourselves! Jak, next time you invite me to one of your little parties... DON'T! We can do this. We can race and we can beat Krew at his own game. Father bought us the best mobile racing garage money can buy and each of you has a racing car waiting. We're in this together, so let's get to it.
[6:39]Welcome race fans to another turbo charged season of high stakes, high speed racing. As usual, yours truly, G.T. Blitz, will give you a pit row view of all the action as the best racers of the world swap paint in their quest to claim the Kras City Grand Championship Trophy. In the end, only one wheel jockey will claim the prize as the greatest racer in the land. And we'll be here to cover all the thrills, chills, and spills! The season's first race kicks off in a few minutes, so stay tuned, and keep those engines hummin'! The first race. I fear this affair will end badly. A wise man once said, be watchful of those in front of you, but beware of those behind. What wise man said that? I did! Look, none of us is happy about this, but we might as well make the best of it. My father provided everything we need to win. One of us can do it if we all... Your father got us into this mess, so zip it before I come over there and play daddy! Well, well... I was told we had some fresh wax rookies this year, but I had to eyeball it for myself. G.T. Blitz is the name. I'm the Kras City Racing Commissioner and star of the highest syndicated sports event on the planet. I just came by to wish you luck, and to skid down a few rules. No side bets. No cheating. No rule breaks or we'll break you. You in gear? This is show business boys... and girls. Only the best racers move up to the bigger events, so make me happy... and make the crowd scream. Let's race. You saw it here folks... at least those of you who didn't die yawning or switch to the bran channel! An unknown driver wins his first big race... in lacklustre fashion! So, tell us, what happened out there? Were you frightened? No. Well, wait 'til ya race against the big name drivers. It gets worse? Ha, ha, ha... Much. Think you can handle it? Give him a break! I'll take that as a "no" or a "no comment", and with that let's take it down to Greaser in pit row. That's a wrap. Listen, I'm not getting much smoke off you guys. I need more spin... more heat! Ratings were down 13 points on that last race. Not happening! If you want to get into the club, you gotta win a lot more, and you gotta win big! Accumulate serious points and maybe I'll give you another interview. Hee, hee, hee... if you're still around. Ya know, except for a little rash in the nether regions, I feel fine. Maybe Krew was bluffing about the whole poison thing? I had the bottle analyzed. There were traces of Black Shade at the bottom. A rare and deadly plant found in the Wasteland. We were poisoned alright. Father never cut corners. Trust me, it's the real deal. Never fear... when the going gets tough... Jak will get us out of it! We're just going to have to win the whole thing. Against those lunatic racers out there? What are the odds? You don't want to know. No offence guys, but I'm not going to trust my life to anyone but me. Just stay out of my way, I'll win. Well, somebody here had better win, or I'm going to be very pissed... and very dead. Oh no! Here comes ol' tin grin himself. You newbies are finally going to see what I've been talking about all along... What makes this the most watched sport in the world... ultimate speed and complete danger. I hope you didn't eat breakfast this morning, or you'll find it all over your suit later. Ha, ha, ha... We're not afraid, right Jak? Right, Jak? HEY! Say some hero stuff! Welcome to one of the fastest tracks in the world. This is the Dethdrome. Many people have died on those lanes chasing a sad dream. Make the crowd scream for me! Good luck, you'll need it... more than I need ratings.
[10:44]Next time you and your thugs want a fight, maybe you should pick on someone your own size. My, my, I finally get to meet the great racer, Jak. And... And what? What about me? Oh yes, you're the loudmouth storyteller from the bar. But Jak... Jak, Jak, Jak, your reputation precedes you. Oh, but I'm forgetting my manners. My name is Razer. Maybe you've heard of me? I work for Mizo. Eventually everyone does. I'm from out of town. Yes, you are, aren't you? And you're showing my boys up on the track out there. Hmmm... Don't make me put on my goggles and show you how it's done. You wouldn't live long enough to see me cross the finish line. I'm ready whenever you are. Oh, I'm sure we'll match up soon enough. The race of the century, eh? Hmm... In the meantime, watch your back. I've heard someone arranged a few surprises this time out. Haahaahaa...
[11:46]Welcome back to the G.T. Blitz show. Sadly, the network has decided, in their infinitesimally small wisdom, to add a co-host to my show. Hmmf... I can't imagine anyone outshining yours truly, but alas, please give a lukewarm welcome to my new "colour" commentator as it were... Mr. ah... Pecker?! Thank you G.T. and hello to all you peoples out there watching. I'd like to thank the network for choosing me to save this anaemic little show! HAA! HA! HA! Yes, well, welcome aboard, Pecker. That's it! Who's his agent? Pecker always gets the sweet gigs in these adventures! My first network assignment has been to investigate the rumoured super bet on this year's big championship race. Sources say a high level underworld crime connection is involved. But sadly, my sources won't return calls, and are now missing, and are probably dead! But Pecker is not so easily swayed! I will uncover the truth and report my findings right here on our show, G.T.. Of course you will. And let me just say it's going to be so great working with you. You too, Blitz-man! Oops...sorry. Why you little bird shite! Aaagghh!
[13:02]There you are, Jak. Getting some local colour? Ha, ha... You certainly need it, you're positively pale on screen. Listen, I just wanted to tell your group that you can earn cool gadgets by performing odd jobs for the Commission and others. What kinda jobs? What kind of gadgets?! Good stuff! For instance, there are some dirt forming robots that went berserk in the Kras Dirt Stadium. They need to be destroyed before someone gets hurt. Hunt them all down and you'll be rewarded. Sounds good. Sounds dangerous. It is... but the prizes are good, and you'll need them. That is if you want to continue upgrading your car to keep up with the Joneses. The job's waiting if you want it. But be careful, we wouldn't want to hurt one of our star, up and coming racers. Jak, you're getting great points for the season. But, I heard a nasty rumour that someone's throwing big money around hiring top mercenary drivers to race. Whoever it is, they want to beat us badly. I hear these new drivers are getting bonuses for kills and I'm sure they wouldn't think twice about cheating to win. Oh great! That's all we need. Uh oh, here comes a rather large specimen now. Well, well... if it isn't the rat and his mangy animal. Oh, you're a riot! Have you met Mizo's newest racer? This is UR-86, the deadliest driver on the planet... behind me of course. Hmmm... '86 holds some of the top records for kills in a single event. Even I have to watch out for this one. Oh, don't be shy. This bucket of bolts loves living things. So he can make them dead. Heehaahaa... Good luck out there.
[14:55]Well, it's the final race, eh? It all comes down to this. I just hope I didn't miscalculate the poison's potency. Hee, hee, hee... Win quickly and save yourselves. I want that trophy! I don't feel too good. Me either. Your father's agent better have those antidotes waiting at the finish line. I've got your back, Jak! And I've got yours! Hey! Who's got mine? I do! Keira, you're not going to race. Keira, you're not going to race. Daddy, I'm racing, and that's final. Ah! Just like her mother! Let's do this. All for one... And one right in the groin. Let's make Mizo pay!
