Leo looked at his dashboard. The “Exit Game” button glowed a steady, friendly green. He looked back at the river of light flowing through the reborn streets of Arcadia.
He was about to quit when a distorted voice crackled through his headset. Not on the public channel, but a private, encrypted frequency he’d long forgotten existed. raycity server
The sun never set in RayCity. It hung, a perpetual digital dawn, over the chrome towers and neon-slicked streets of the server’s sole metropolis, Arcadia. For ten years, the server had been a paradise of frictionless drift racing, a utopia for those who lived for the redline and the nitrous boost. Leo looked at his dashboard