Session 1: Ignition

As Perkele gets closer and closer to the end, he sees Thessa keeping up. For a moment, he considers if she needs the win more than he does. But it’s only a moment. Sorry, Thessa, he says to himself before slamming on the accelerator.
His song crescendos as he crosses and he lets out a primal scream, alone in his car. He looks backs to the casket in the back, remembering how he started the day and hoping for better days soon. But he still doesn’t feel quite right. If the race isn’t enough to get me back in the groove, what is?
He steps out of the car, scowl as strong as ever, as he looks around at the rest who have finished in the front of the pack. He nods at Thessa and Ally but turns his attention towards this mysterious driver, paying no attention to the drone above, hackles still raised from feeling dead as ever.
"So, you did enough to keep up with us. That’s pretty good. I’ve heard all sorts of names for you, Reaper, Black Rider. Which one do you claim?"

The tires screech, smoking from the tension of hard friction, as the car clears the apex of the corner, drifting away from the danger. The semi piles off the road, and Thessa is ready to loose the fool, unjamming the brakes and hitting the gas, back into the high-speed chase.

Rushing past the Mustang and the Silverado she gains on the magic corpse mobile, running tight behind it. Seizing her chance, she comes up from behind onto the incoming lane and, barely avoiding collision with some poor sod driving home back from work, overtakes the hearse. The only one left to beat, the only car standing between her and victory is.. Perkele! Unfortunately the distance is too high to cover in the time that she has left, so in the end Thessa explodes to the church's parking lot second, pulls hard on the breaks and does a victory donut, taking silver behind Perkele.

She winks at Perkele, giving his battered car a critical eye. She waves Ally over when she and the hearse pull up together.

Hey! Nice work out there! Giving Ally a friendly, commemorative smack on the back, she nods to Perkele's ride. No mercy for his whip, as usual. Maybe he'll finally paints those scratches over, eh? When Thessa sees Perkele approach the driver of the black floating hearse, she tenses up slightly. Is he being friendly or is shit about to go down? Better get ready just in case. And where is that eccentric guy, the organizer? She gives the drone a wave, yelling "'Ey, yo! We're done over here!"