Anti-grav chariots, pulled by snarling, ravenously carnivorous beasts, careen around the track, while the drivers struggle for control of the chariots, victory, & their lives.
Description:
The year is 6831 and it's Friday night at the races. On any decent planet in TOG Space, the sport is Anti-Grav Chariot Races - with a twist. Ladies and Gentlemen, be prepared to whip your beasts! Some vocabulary for you to review: Drivers (Human Delecitius), Chariots (Boxius Luncheous), Beasts (Carnivorous Amazingus), and Wrecks (Endus Inevitabolus).
Anti-grav chariots, pulled by snarling, ravenously carnivorous beasts, careen around the track, while the drivers struggle for control of the chariots, victory, & their lives.
Description:
The year is 6831 and it's Saturday night at the races. On any decent planet in TOG Space, the sport is Anti-Grav Chariot Races - with a twist. Ladies and Gentlemen, be prepared to whip your beasts! Some vocabulary for you to review: Drivers (Human Delecitius), Chariots (Boxius Luncheous), Beasts (Carnivorous Amazingus), and Wrecks (Endus Inevitabolus).
It's race day. The crowd has gathered, the hover chariots are polished, & the beasts are frenzied! Are you tough enough to race the ultimate carnivores? If so, crack that whip & hold on tight.
It's race day. The crowd has gathered, the hover chariots are polished, & the beasts are frenzied! Are you tough enough to race the ultimate carnivores? If so, crack that whip & hold on tight.