The entire colony was rocked recently by a huge explosion of the storm ore mine has done major structural damage to the Fallen Colony! Huge chunks of the main bowl have cracked and split into segments. Geomancers have been scrambled to save the structure, and while loss of life has been minimal, there is the ever present dange of parts sinking into the mists!
A number of Harkon Stormwarden clones are still at large in the Fallen. For the most part they are fighting amongst themselves, and fighting for survival amid the more ruinous sections of the colony, but there is ever the danger of them uniting in the name of gods know what and attacking common Fallen citizens!
And they're off!
“Well Gary, We've seen some real hazards on the course so far, but this takes the biscuit.”
“Indeed Gary, I'm sure destroying the falling fragment and covering it in Harkon Clones wasn't a scheduled attraction. How do you suppose that happened? Gary?”
“I've no idea Gary, but the racers don't seem to care! Clintina is going for the Orrery flag straight off the bat, but oh no! She's grabbed a Harkon instead! Whats going on! She hasn't noticed! Has she gone mad??”
“Mad with mist I think, after that surprising first place in the last speed race, eh? Those Harkons sure are causing the racers trouble, aren't they Gary.”
“Not as much as the crumbling Infrastruture! I think I can see the Titharker checkpoint disappearing into the mists there!”
“I think you're right Gary. There she goes folks! Chtoth and Blacknails are in hot persuit and- OUCH! That was one hell of a sideswipe from blacknails. Chtoth is reeling. He's heading towards that detritus field. Collision course. Oho! He's slingshot around it! Can you believe it! He's back in the race.”
“Ritz isn't far behind though! That is simply Ludicrous Speed for such a dangerous race ground.”
“I couldn't agree more Gary. Will the daring pilot achieve posthumanity by smearing herself into a fine paste? Find out after these messages!”