(Xbox) Let's Play XGRA Part 13

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Published on January 8, 2024 5:00:05 AM ● Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBgMQImDncw

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EVENTS

Jentor Ex Weather
Class: Supersonic
Type: Extreme Weather
Available Points: 160

Race #1: Outlands
Location: Musorshikograd, Okhota, Russia
Distance: 3 laps (27.3 miles (43.9 kilometers))
Sponsor Contract: Win the Bronze or better (TerraNova); Win the Silver or better (Vixen/Palus/Starcom); Win the Gold (Talon/Manta/Scarecrow/Templar)

Race #2: Vostok Coast
Location: Vostok, Merizemlya, Antarctica
Distance: 3 laps (30.0 miles (48.3 kilometers))
Sponsor Contract: Get a Record Race Time (TerraNova/Vixen: 4:39.00; Palus/Starcom: 4:38.00; Talon/Manta: 4:37.00; Scarecrow/Templar: 4:36.00)

Race #3: Reactor
Location: Santarém, Pará, Brazil
Distance: 3 laps (23.4 miles (37.7 kilometers))
Sponsor Contract: Exceed 800 MPH (1,287 KMH)

Race #4: Arabian Ridge
Location: Enyo Colony, Araxes Tholus, Mars
Distance: 3 laps (33.6 miles (54.1 kilometers))
Sponsor Contract: Beat Rider Rival (Diva/Gekko; Inferno/Romulus; Jakar/Katerina; Mark IV/Jesuit)

RIDER SPOTLIGHT

Name: Julian Umashiqela
Alias: Romulus
Nemesis: Andrew Salamanca
Birthdate: May 21, 2058
Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: 153 pounds (69 kilograms)
Performance (Agility/Weight/Balance): 4/3/2
Hometown: Pretoria, Gauteng, South Africa

BIOGRAPHY

Among the participants of the 2080 season, Julian Umashiqela is undoubtedly the most enigmatic. Despite his assertions of being the king of the bad boys, he’s more likely to have Latin honors than a criminal record. Not helping matters is the dissonance between the Mensa and macho halves of his personality, flipping on a dime according to the situation. Try as Julian did to superglue his cards to his chest, it was easy to decrypt the why to his overcompensations.

With an intellect described as once in a millennium, Julian’s place among the new titans was reserved from the moment Padma confirmed the embryo transfer. The son of industrialist Stijn and provocateur Aggy, it was telegraphed that their twins would be so; a dizzying bribe to the founders’ accounts the reason for their dedication. The former, preoccupied with impotence, genetic disorders, and his wife's health. The latter, in contrast, was as obsessed with the pursuit of excellence as she was vehement on why the organic outranked the metallic. A harbinger, it seemed, for the placenta the twins were sutured to.

Consider what Parvati and Joachim endured when Aggy mentioned the coin flip she and her husband had, their final prenatal checkup winding down. It could have been a joke for any other couple, the mother claiming the younger as her key focus. Since both were swamped in their fields, it seemed shortsighted to juggle work with family as they raised a twin in their image. As parentally deficient Parvati and Joachim were willing to admit to being, both dreaded that they were Sikorskyite compared to the Umashiqelas. Nevertheless, when their business was finalized, the Drs. Ayalila-Malanox gladly moved on to the next Centurion Clients.

Regardless, to call Aggy’s inculcation mental fertilizer would romanticize metastasis. Despite obsessively editing to ensure every essay she penned was bulletproof, Julian noticed how her ethics were more elastic than her logic. Obviously, he knew misunderstandings and misinterpretations equally stoked her ire. What Julian didn’t expect, however, was how giddily a slap would greet him if he repeated her lessons to visitors. Though the fog of childhood made it difficult to recognize abuse, the scent of hypocrisy was what first goaded him to snoop in her study. When he discovered the book hidden in Aggy’s desk, Julian uncovered his explanation, pimples and all.

Despite his immature reading comprehension when he first found the diary, Julian was certain of a few key facts: it being over a century old, found in a nest of Aggy’s notes, and monogrammed with “RWK”. However, it was the text within that hid the C4. A concussive pastiche of grumblings related to her exile, grousings on how she thought she was the one most harassed for their marriage, surreal commentary on the Lovings he could only call “Versaillean.” The queasily fetishistic sonnets on why Ruth loved Seretse were uniquely disturbing, though it would take until his teenage years for it to click.

Per Julian, “Nyerere would have scrambled to redact his blessing had the news went north, the Malans to the south smug for having their racism vindicated. It was a smoking gun that could cement any historian, something my mother had to have known. But instead of a treatise, what she found crushed her. Try as she did, every exegesis submitted her further to that epistolary curse. Maybe she realized that it was a lost cause, the bride of an interracial power couple a tacit traitor. Of course, it reframed every commentary she penned: from Ituri and Darfur to the purges of the Makgadikgadi San. Even the work that propelled her to coffee table intellectual status, a study of apartheid via psychographs of its architects, hid the flames that diary fanned.”

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