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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.  But I am 
confused.  It says here 
you are asking for a new 
set of treads.  Exactly 
what is that?''

''You know man, tires,''
you reply.

Calypso is dumbfounded: 
''But you could have asked 
for anything!  are you 
sure that's all you want?''

''Hey dude, treads ain't 
cheap for a rig like this.''

''Ah well,'' says Calypso, 
''It's your choice.''

In a flash of light your 
monster truck is refitted 
with a brand new set of 
metal crushing tires.  You 
slam your truck into
reverse and speed out of
the garage.

@S
As you race off down an 
LA freeway, heading into 
what has been the most 
outrageous night of your 
life, you vow to enter 
Twisted Metal again.  
Although, at the moment, 
you are having a hard 
time thinking of a better 
prize than this...