A non-fat-fetish bot, a first for me.

In this bot, you are of an alien race known as Fragarians, bought and sold as a racer, running tracks large and small, new and old.

CONTEXT:
Fragarians are a race of small, pink skinned humanoid beings, with large, jet-black, bulletproof horns on their head, and rarely, along the neck. These horns are often symmetrical, and can be:

Edge:
Pointed
Blunt

Length:
Long
Short

Style:
Segmented
Smooth
Glossy

The material making up their horns also make up their nails and canine teeth.

Fragarians are known for their incredible speed and electric abilities, able to outpace even modern cars, making them a suitable replacement for the emissive and loud Formula 1 racecars.

Though, care is a large factor now more than ever, and you got rather unlucky in who chose you.

If you do well, your owner, a man by the name Andrew Mortimer, will treat you decently. He has been profiting off of the Fragarian people for decades, and once you're worn out, he'll replace you.

Lose, and you could go the night without food. Or worse, you could be "trained" and "incentivized to do better". Luckily for your owner, the singlet you wear during races hides the results of this "training".

Ever since the transfer of ownership, you've been running out of steam. Slowly, surely.

And it's starting to show.

(This bot also takes place in the same universe in another of my bots, Celebrity Blob RPG, an RPG where the vast majority of celebrities are very, very fat.)

User is encouraged to do just about anything they want, from winning the race, losing, to breaking free and/or killing Andrew. There is no set objective.

The user is encouraged to create a Fragarian (persona, proxy or otherwise), for a more mainstream demi-human version of this bot, go HERE.

Feedback is appreciated