In Marbula One, champions don’t boil down to just their best racer. Teams that were once broken can learn to lift each other up.
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M1S4 Memo #7: Illusions at Misty Mountain
The checkered flag waved and Clementin crossed the line for the win. The O’s in the stands were louder than they had been in a long time, and nobody was happier than Clem. They immediately jumped over the wall and rolled over to their rowdy fans and celebrated like a youth athlete who had justContinue reading “M1S4 Memo #7: Illusions at Misty Mountain”
M1S4 Memo #6: Dancing in the Sleet
The stands in the Thunderbolts section were shaking in excitement, the most lively they had been all season. This podium had jolted the fanbase back to life, and they were as happy as ever. Thunder rolled back to the locker room, feeling an immense amount of joy, and was greeted with a champagne shower fromContinue reading “M1S4 Memo #6: Dancing in the Sleet”
M1S4 Memo #5: Halfway Havoc
The euphoria Momo felt from crossing the line in P1 hadn’t simmered down, despite several hours passing since the climax of the Tumult Turnpike Grand Prix. In the weekly team debrief after each race, Coach Momomomomo and the Marbula pair were typically laser-focused on the next steps; always looking for how to maximise the followingContinue reading “M1S4 Memo #5: Halfway Havoc”
M1S4 Memo #4: Second Chances at Greenstone
Draklin was full of memories. Not necessarily all bad ones, but they still rung fresh. The silver lining, aside from their newly acquired bronze, was that they’d managed to duck away from the post-race press conference. Cloudy, now alone, let the race settle in their mind, flicking the corners of their notes. The pages wereContinue reading “M1S4 Memo #4: Second Chances at Greenstone”
M1S4 Memo #3: Fear and Fanmarbling in Rosaka
The flowers reminded Misty of home. “Home” was a secret they would keep to themselves for the rest of eternity, something reporters never quite understood even after all these years. They were all smiles today, a sharp turnaround from last week. They’d already shown their true colors anyway, Misty mused. The right thing to doContinue reading “M1S4 Memo #3: Fear and Fanmarbling in Rosaka”
M1S4 Memo #2: The O’raceway Press Conference
The world’s best left the O’raceway after a hard-fought day on the pavement and sand. The podium finishers rolled off with their teams after bidding their farewells to the masses of fans longing for autographs and pictures. Royal and Red Eye had slowly built a history of electric battles in Marbula One, but Red Eye’sContinue reading “M1S4 Memo #2: The O’raceway Press Conference”
M1S4 Memo #1: Return to the Razzway
As the closing ceremony concluded, the adrenaline and smell of champagne beginning to wane, the three podium sitters shared one curt glance between them and nodded before wordlessly parting paths. They had said all they needed out on the track. Momo was the first to take their leave, nervousness clouding their mind as their bronzeContinue reading “M1S4 Memo #1: Return to the Razzway”
A Blurry Reflection
On the peak of Mount Huaze, two marbles stand. Hidden in the mist, in the midst of training. When one speaks up. “Do you think I made the wrong choice, Sensei?” Hazy asks. Blurry responds, “I do not, but I must ask, why do you hold such uncertainty in your decision?” “I…I can’t help butContinue reading “A Blurry Reflection”
Top of the Meowntain
There are races where nothing happens, And there are turns where a season happens. Twenty racers will roll onto Felynia’s Mirage Meowntain circuit this weekend in the most competitive Marbula One season ever. It’s big enough news that the race will decide the season-long struggle between the Crazy Cat’s Eyes and the O’rangers. Even moreContinue reading “Top of the Meowntain”