Eight pilots, anti-grav ships, one enclosed tunnel. The catch: half of them are coming the other way. This isn't racing where you dodge your rivals, it's racing where you hunt them, plasma weapons and all. I built it on the bones of the games I lost whole weekends to, WipeOut XL's lethal elegance and Red Planet's cult brutality. Every lap is a game of chicken at impossible speed. The crowd didn't pay to watch you cross the line. They paid to see who's left.