54 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.  He
speaks:

''As you know, I shall 
now grant any prize you 
request.''

''I am the winner,'' you 
say.  ''And YOU are my 
prize!''

You point your hand 
towards Calypso, revealing 
that the arm under your 
leather jacket is nothing 
more than dirty white bone.  
In an instant, Calypso 
recognizes you.

''NO!  NO!  It's not time!''  
he screams.

But it is time, and you
know it.  Finally, after
100 years of trying, you
are able to capture the
one soul that has eluded
you since you took the
position as the Grim
Reaper.

@S
As you speed off into the 
LA night, you feel as good 
as a collector of souls
can feel.  But the feeling
is short lived.  There is
work to be done... always
more work.