51 L
You are the winner of the 
competition and are 
granted an audience with 
Calypso, the creator 
of the Twisted Metal
contest.  

As you speed into his 
underground garage, you 
spot him, surrounded by 
bodyguards and seated on
a throne of broken car
parts.  His face is burnt
beyond recognition.  His
smile is hideous.  When
he recognizes you, his
face goes pale:

''NO!'' screams Calypso.  
''He's mine!  HE IS MINE!''

''He's not yours,'' you tell 
him.  ''He's one of my most 
powerful demons and you 
stole him, USED him to 
gather up your prizes for 
this competition of yours.  
Let's go BLACK, it's time 
to come home.''

And with that, a shadowy 
figure on the back wall of 
the garage flies out of the 
darkness and INTO your 
head, disappearing into your 
body!  Calypso screams in 
agony!  You simply smile.

''He's coming back home 
with me,'' you say.  ''Your 
contest, your 'vision,' is 
over for good.  See you in 
Hell Calypso... I'll be
waiting.''

@S
You speed off into the LA 
night, searching for the 
expressway back to Hell.  
You hear it is located 
somewhere near Hollywood...