Sweet Tooth stepped out of his truck, victorious. A ring of blazing wrecks scattered around him. The smothering heat of fires and hot engines along with the humid stench of: diesel, burnt clutches, exhaust, smoke and melting rubber, saturated the air.
He stomped over to Calypso.
“Congratulations! You have won Twisted Metal! What is your one wish?”
Short chapter, but nice 8D