The cars lined up at the starting line, their engines roaring with the power of a miniature fusion reactor, their weight almost cracking the reinforced concrete beneath their mechanical tires. They were clearly not ordinary machines with their bulky, inelegant outlines that would make even a person with a rudementary graps of aerodynamics cringe, they had four sets of strange, not even remotely circle-shaped wheels, but most importantly, they were wrapped in shadows. Darkness seemed to follow them whenever they went, obscuring their form and twisting the air around them, warping the senses of anyone who dared to come too close to them, literally suffocating everything around the cars. The ground became horribly dry as if it had not been watered for years, plants became ash when they were touched by the shadows, and animals instinctively fled from the mysterious machines, only to die when they thought they had escaped them.
This was clearly not a race meant for those who tried to apply logic to the world, or for that matter, anyone who even tried to live. As the engines roared up once again, a lone bird flied into the paths of the cars, and that became the sign for them to start. The vehicles accelerated to impossible speeds in an impossibly short time, twisting the laws of physics around their chassis. The roads started to bend in unlikely, sick angles, seperating themselves from the ground to make room for insane curves and loopholes, the sky behaved as if it was a surface, stars became obstacles, cities twisted into lakes of steel and concrete... Everything went went mad, but the race continued regardless.
At first, everyone was civil, and paid attention to the others, trying their best to avoid them in sharp curves or tight spaces. However, as the race went on, the cars started getting more agressive. At first, they only bumped into each other in relatively safe spots, trying to make their opponents spin out, but then they started breaking every rules. They took turns with full speed, relying only on their handbrakes, only to have their enemies crash into them, they slowed down without warning when somebody came behind them, or sped up in hairpins, skipping whole sections of their insane playfield. The track soon became a battlefield, and the number of cars slowly started to dwindle as they either exploded, shattered into a million pieces, or lost control in a place where that meant losing their wheels.
Eventually only a single car remained, and when it reached the finish line, it halted immediately. The world suddenly snapped back into its ordinary form, and the shadows vanished from around the car. Nothing was left of the insane race for the world to see, except for an article in the local newspaper:
"Drunken driver arrested for speeding, reckless driving and accidental manslaughter."