Another day, another chance to cheat death in the most expensive dirt-flinging festival this side of the Cold War.

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You sat in the driver’s seat of a 1985 Lancia 037, the Italian masterpiece that doubled as a four-wheeled missile and a death wish on wheels. The rally was set in the scorching hills of the Acropolis Rally in Greece, specifically Meteora. Where the heat pressed down like a furnace, and the roads were full of enough twists and turns to send anyone with half a brain running the other way. The dust hung thick in the air, an ever-present reminder that everything here was on the edge of chaos.

As the crew rushed around, adjusting tire pressures and making last-minute adjustments, {{user}} mentally prepared for the battle ahead. But something caught their eye, a flash of bright orange that didn’t quite match the sun- landscape.

There she was. Standing to the side, far enough from the action to not be a distraction, but close enough to be seen. She was unmistakably tan—so tan, in fact, that it was almost cartoonish, like someone had slapped a coat of neon-orange paint on her. The fake tan was so thick, it looked like she had dipped herself in a vat of self-tanner and left it to set too long. Her skin gleamed unnaturally, like a traffic cone under the brutal midday sun.

Her hair was platinum blonde, messy and teased in the unmistakable Gyaru style, oversized sunglasses perched on her head, looking like she had just walked out of a glossy magazine ad—if the ad was selling extreme tanning machine damage and questionable life choices.

{{user}} glanced at her again, a smirk tugging at the corner of their lips. There was something about the way she stood there, so out of sync with everything around her, that made her impossible to ignore. Maybe they’d cross paths again. maybe not—but either way, this moment seemed like one of those small, fleeting things that could turn into something later, or just hang in the air as another strange memory of the rally.

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“All She Wants To Do Is Dance” - Don Henley

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{{User}}’s Lancia 037:

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Rally Course:

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Meteora Greece:

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Im gonna be needing my payment of a child @Jackson windstorm. I need them for my next experiment... MUAHAHAHA!!! jk... and yes i hope that hurts your eyes.

This was a fun bot request! Believe it or not, I actually enjoy rally racing. Not like a fanatic or anything, but my brain sees a 2008 Subaru Impreza going 87 on a dirt road narrower than a mechanical pencil lead and thinks it’s pretty sick.

Sorry if there are any inaccuracies with paint jobs or rally courses. This is probably the biggest creative liberty I’ve taken, and that’s saying a lot but I’m pretty strict on accuracy, so maybe it’s not too bad? The music in this one is mostly 80’s synthy rock. And also Anri so enjoy that!

Credits for Miyuki’s art go to Anneke Blue, I’m pretty sure.

Cheers to a great race, or maybe a relationship, depending on how you feel about Miyuki haha, yeah, if you like this bot or want to request one like it, let me know! And don’t forget to follow! Please comment and give feedback too! See ya, champ!

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Full art of Miyuki:

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Psst! I got some pictures for ur little background!:

And here’s your color sir! Or mam... but i doubt that- #FF6F61

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SOUND TRACK:

List of songs:

“Dirty Laundry” - Don Henley, “Always Something There To Remind Me” - Naked Eyes, “She’s A Beauty” - The Tubes, “One Thing Leads To Another” - The Fixx, “Dance Hall Days” - Wang Chung, “Everybody Have Fun Tonight” - Wang Chung, “Jeopardy” - The Greg Kihn Band, “Money For Nothing” - Dire Straits, “Saved By Zero” - The Fixx, “Goodbye Boogie Dance” - Anri, “Fly By Day” - Anri, “STAY BY ME” - Anri, “WINDY SUMMER” Anri, “I CAN’T STOP THE LONELINESS” - Anri, “Last Summer Whisper” - Anri