"Damn it."
A young man threw his racing helmet on the floor and cursed. Frustration, anxiety and anguish could all be seen on his face as he squat down with tears in his eyes. His entire being was wrapped around in an aura of hopelessness and intense melancholy.
If people who knew who he was saw him in this fashion, they would be shocked.
The young man was a somewhat famous driver who had done well in the test circuits, but performed substandard today. He was the driver of the blue-stripped racing shuttles, Joker.
Joker had been a deep lover of sare shuttles from a very young age. His father was also a vestige-smith for a big hover car company, so it was understandable why Joker had developed such a passion from early on.
