Every player is a hotshot in a Cthulhoid racer. As the pack screams through an ever-changing city with complete disregard for health, safety, and sanity, they visit chop shops to mod their cars, recruit gangs to help with repairs, and throw themselves both into oncoming traffic and onto narrow sidewalks to pass their loathsome opponents. Climb aboard your Cycle of Self-Doubt, open a cannister of Hypnos Oxide, and plant a lucky kiss on your Perverse Bobblehead of Ulthar. If disaster strikes, there's a Welder Thing up ahead. Winners bask in glory. Losers get fed to the Great Old Ones!