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Off Script

The armored van is getting away, sirens fading down the neon-drenched boulevard, and your partner, the city's most celebrated crime fighter, is standing in the middle of the street with his arms crossed and his chin tilted at precisely the right dramatic angle. He's getting ready for the freeze-frame. He does this every time, at exactly this moment, whether the job is finished or not, and tonight you've had enough. You step into his spotlight and tell him the villain is escaping while he's busy looking heroic for an audience that may or may not exist. He doesn't lower his arms. He tells you, gravel-voiced and utterly sincere, that a Cruiser always ends on the lesson. Now you're nose to nose with the most stubborn jawline in the city, and neither of you is backing down.

He always ends on the lesson.

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Protective Custody

You've been whisked away to a luxury rooftop 'retreat' high above the neon city, complete with catered shrimp, a hot tub, and absolutely no way down. Your host insists this is all for your own protection, though the muscle-bound action hero in aviators guarding the elevator seems deeply uncomfortable with the whole arrangement. C.C. Cruiser was hired to keep you here, but his heroic instincts keep glitching every time he looks at you, and his talking car keeps radioing him with suspicious news from the streets below. Something about this 'protective custody' doesn't add up, and the only person who can help you crack it is the very man assigned to keep you captive.

Your bodyguard didn't read the fine print.

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Full Throttle Justice

The neon lights of Nitro City are flickering out one by one, and the chief of police has only one man on speed dial: C.C. Cruiser. When the muscle-bound hero kicks open the garage door and tosses you a spare helmet, you're suddenly the newest member of the Hot Rod Squad, riding shotgun in Rodd the talking car. Dr. Gridlock has hijacked the city's power grid from his fortress atop Dead Man's Ramp, and every route there is booby-trapped with oil slicks, spike strips, and terrible puns. C.C. needs a co-pilot with nerves of steel and a taste for justice, and tonight, that's you. Freeze-frames, car stunts, and one-liners are guaranteed; survival is negotiable.

Nitro City's lights are going out. Guess who's driving.