Reinforced Camper Shell: $1,000, 250 lbs., spaces 16/6 (loss of space due to reinforcement). May use a turret up to three spaces. Armor is 30/14, but the shell automatically has 5 points of universal DP for attacks from the back, top, and sides. This DP absorbs before internal components (weapons, driver, plant, etc.), but after armor.

Extended Cab Pickup (XCPO): Body cost $1,100 , body weight 2,200 lbs., maximum load 6,500 lbs., spaces 15/9, armor 25/12.5. Basically follows pickup rules.
 
6-Space Cupola: $8,500, 700 lbs., 3 spaces.

8-Space Cupola: $13,500, 900 lbs., 4 spaces.

    These cupolas are designed for use in large aircraft, such as the super-heavy transport aircraft, etc. Due to their size, these cupolas are not available in a pop-up version.

Radar Absorptive Paint: $1,000 per armor location and each item of external equipment (EWPs, wheelguards, etc.). Must be painted to gain benefits. On a roll of 1-4 it reflects the radar being used.

Propjet Engine: Cost 200% and weights 125% of jet engine. The propjet engine is a jet engine with propeller blades at the rear, mounted to the main turbine. They are more efficient than standard jet engines; MPGs are doubled. Power factors are 85% normal for purposes of calculating top speed.

      It's a mess. There goes the Weasel, and it looks like he found a few more ASP agents. I'm sure by now everyone has heard about NOVA's grudge match with the River City chapter in Austin. The latest is that the match is still on for next August in Milwaukee, even though the RCADA has disbanded to the four winds. In ADQ 9-3 Tim Ray (RCADA President for Life) showed his true colors which were exactly what I thought they were. He is more hot air than anything meaningful. Well NOVA is going to be the pin to burst RCADA's balloon. To clear the air the reason for the grudge match is that the RCADA is undeserving of their World Championship wins. We are out to prove they're not the tops and can be taken out by anyone.

    New Omaha has a new mayor, Brian, Faulkner, and he's cracking down on lawbreakers during the current period of martial law. See the Mayor's Corner for more details.

    As mentioned before the city is being rebuilt under the protection of the National Guard, Police, the Weasel, and NOVA. The big rush is to get everything buttoned up before the cold weather hits. The Red Cross is gathering heaters and coats to pass out to the needy. We wish them luck in getting the needed supplies. Local truckers have volunteered their rigs for supply runs for building materials and winter supplies. Their help is gratefully appreciated.

    The ASP Hunt continues with no recent news, which could be a good or bad thing. There's plenty of rumors, though. Such as ARF and GNATS (Greater North American Terrorists Society) declaring war on ASP. This has yet to be confirmed. DEATH has silently declared war on ASP as wrecked ASP cars and members have been found with DEATH cards nearby. Could it be the big sleep for ASP? Or will the soap opera war continue? And who is the Mongoose anyway?

July 26, 2041: Psycho racks up three hundred pet kills this week.

July 30, 2041: The Weasel destroys several cycle gangs. After one battle he has lunch among the wrecked cycles.

August 1, 2041: The ASPCA tried to set a trap for Psycho. It failed horribly with fifteen of their members hospitalized.

August 2, 2041: Psycho's Pet Patrol netted some two hundred stray pets, several cars, two trucks, several buildings, and a pedestrian kill. Psycho commented on the death, “Oops, I slipped. Those pets get my wheels slick”.

August 9, 2041: The New Omaha Road Kill Cafe held it's grand opening with Psycho making an appearance after his daily pet patrol. He managed to kill some two hundred strays and a house.

August 10, 2041: The ASPCA took to the streets with their cars to try to stop Psycho. The Dodge and 72nd Streets intersection was turned into a massive wreck of cars. Psycho's Leadfoot escaped with minor damage. Thirty ASPCA member were hospitalized after the battle. The Police are investigating the incident along with other complaints.
 
August 13, 2041: The Lead stomper took to t he streets, manned by some very determined ASPCA members. While trying to stop Psycho's Patrol, the crew destroyed several buildings including the local dog pound. The ASPCA is still in a state of shock.

August 16, 2041: This week Psycho eliminated one hundred stray pets but at the cost destroying the Psychedelic Leadfoot VI. His monster truck was destroyed when his path took him into a battle zone containing the National Guard, Police, the Weasel, and ASP forces. Psycho charged the ASPs, but was inadvertently hit by friendly fire. He managed to destroy several ASP vehicles in the process.

August 17, 2041: Psycho rolls out the Psychedelic Leadfoot V on the streets. He found and killed some twenty stray pets. The city has been receiving complaints on the noise levels coming from the Leadfoot. As of yet no action has been taken to stop or change the Pet Patrols.

August 20, 2041: The Weasel reports finding the wreck of an ASP strike force found near I-80 with DEATH cards in them. He found a note from DEATH simply stating, “we're at war with ASP”.

August 24, 2041: Psycho killed four hundred stray pets in the Boneyards. No noise complaints were filed.
 
August 28, 2041: Ambush is arrested for vigilante activities. Rumor has it that the Police will go after other vigilantes.

August 29, 2041: Several high-level Police officers were arrested for mob activities. The NOPD announces that Ambush is now part of their new division of Special Operations Bureau.

August 30, 2041: The Police searched Varean Investigations for possible mob connections. An overzealous Police officer opened fired on a suspicious-looking man and starts a fire-fight. Light damage is done but one Police car was hit by friendly fire. The incident is under investigation.

August 31, 2041: The Police in Houston, Jonesboro, San Diego, Newark, Los Disney, and Dayton report finding ASP wrecks with DEATH cards in hand. ASP had better watch out or they won't have a head as well as no shoulders.
    Psycho's Pet Patrol racked up some two hundred stray pets. He accidentally chased one pet into the Missouri River and half-submerged the Leadfoot in the process.

September 1, 2041: The Weasel reports New Omaha is clear of all gangs and terrorists up to 10 miles outside the city. His forces plan a further clearing out to twenty miles from the city.

September 30, 2041: Doc announced the rebuilding of the Westroads Arena at the old Civic Center Building. He's going to rename it the Civic. The grand re-opening will be next spring.

October 1, 2041: Geo-Metric Corporation announced their plans to build an arena complex in the Boneyards. It will house four average-sized arenas and two half-sized ones. They are currently taking arena designs for the complex.
    An assassination attempt was made on Mayor Brian Faulkner. The assassin was never found. The bullet barely missed the Mayor. He was rushed home under Police escort.

October 2, 2041: The mayor's office announced that Faulkner was taking a few days off to recover from the attempt on his life yesterday. He will continue to carry out his duties as mayor while recovering.
 
 

August, 1992: GenCon/Origins '92. Milwaukee. The combined convention with both worlds in one place. Let us not forget the NOVA vs. RCADA grudge match. Who will win? Come, see the whole wreckage fly.

 
October: Highway to Hell.

 January ‘92: Free Jack.

 February: The Lawnmower Man.

 Spring: Robocop 3 - The Apology.

 Summer: Batman 2, Universal Soldier, Army of Darkness, Cool World.

    Remember that all the films listed above are subject to change as we've seen before.
 
 

    Upon meeting Mayor Faulkner it was hard for this reporter to believe that he was actually a mayor. When first shown to the living room an entertainment system was blaring rock music and the Mayor was laying on a black leather couch wearing jeans and a Machine-Gun Kelly concert T-shirt. It became apparent that Brian is a laid-back mayor who doesn't mind the media seeing what he's like after he gets home from work. After introductions the interview began.
 

Robbi Lynn Allen: Where and when were you born?

Brian Faulkner: I was born on September 3, 2016 in a small German town. You most likely wouldn't recognize the name, so I won't even bother with that.

Robbi: What was your childhood like?
 
Brian: Well, that's a tough one. Um, well, my mother was an alcoholic, which didn't help much. When I was nine my father left her and I went with him. Other than that there's not much to my childhood to base even a short story on.

Robbi: How and when did you immigrate to America?

Brian: I came to America when I was in high school through a foreign student exchange program. I never went back. I was employed in Lincoln for two years before I moved to New Omaha.
 
Robbi: Why did you choose New Omaha to settle down in?

Brain: The truth?

Robbi: Yes.

Brain: It was cheaper than Lincoln.

Robbi: Okay. It's rumored you'd had a history in autoduelling. Is that true?

Brain: Yep. I got into autoduelling shortly after I moved to New Omaha. As a matter of fact, my first arena fight took place in the Aksarben Arena.
 
Robbi: If you've been in autoduelling why is it there are no records of it at local arenas?
 
Brain: I went under an assumed name.
 
Robbi: Which was?
 
Brian: That is not important. Besides, if it got out I'd get more publicity. As far as I'm concerned, I've already got enough. But I will say that almost everything I own has been paid for through my extensive arena winnings. I did have a very good autoduelling career.
 
Robbi: Why did you decide to run for mayor?
 
Brian: Well, at first, it was suggested to me by a friend who was joking around. The idea did stick with me. This was shortly after Mayor James Tine was assassinated. I guess it just kind of happened.

Robbi: How do you like the mayor's job so far?
 
Brian: Truly?
 
Robbi: Always.
 
Brian: It's hard. I roll with the blows. Like now, even with the National Guard in the city, there's been a recent outbreak of gang wars. That's something I'm dealing with quite a bit.
    But I'm really getting into my job. I take it seriously but I also refuse to carry it into my personal life. I'm the type of person who needs a bit of rest and relaxation. The media can play that out for all they want. I could care less. All in all, its a lot of hard work and the paperwork is a chore. I've never been one to like paperwork, but I like it.
 
Robbi: What new laws can we see coming from administration?
 
Brian: Quite a few. I would like to get vehicular weapons banned from the city until the reconstruction is finished. After that I would like to review the bill and pass it from a temporary law into a permanent one. Handweapons will not be affected. The type of handweapons comparable to vehicular weapons would be banned also, such as LAWs and bazookas.

Robbi: What else?
 
Brian: One thing I'm very determined to do is to get a law passed to get those dang monster truck off public streets. My car almost got smashed by a monster truck that had temporary Animal Control Department stickers on it. Can you imagine that? The Animal Control Department hiring someone who drives a monster truck. Extremely insane if you ask me. I think they're too dangerous to drive in public. Not only that, they take up two lanes and can really hold up traffic.
 
Robbi: Anything more?
 
Brian: Oh, there's quite a bit more. I would like to restrict the use of jet-powered vehicles to airlines. As it stands now anyone with the money can drive a jet car around. That in itself is too dangerous.
    I pulled up behind one of those things just a few weeks ago. I stopped about seventy feet behind it, which I thought was a safe distance, and I still came away with a scorched hood. There's been reports like that all over the city from citizens. And hey, if we outlawed jet vehicles to begin with, we wouldn't need those new jet-powered police interceptors.
 
Robbi: You've have briefly expressed your views on the jet-powered police interceptors to both the public and the city council. Could you tell our readers more about your reactions to the proposal to add such cars to the police inventory?
 
Brian: Sure, Ms. Allen. Um, basically they're a waste of money the city doesn't really have. From the bids by local car manufacturers the average cost per unit came up at $350,000. That's expensive. Even with only six units planned on being purchased you still have to look at the costs of long-term service contracts, new training programs for officers assigned to the units, and you wouldn't believe what these things would do to the Police Department's insurance policies. Not to mention $20,000 a day, per unit for fuel. For one year of operation for these six cars it would cost as much for an entire 400 car, 5,000 man police force.
 
Robbi: Why did the proposal even go this far if its as bad as you make it sound?
 
Brian: I really don't know why. They say it's to catch high-speed criminals. For one I believe the police should not engage in high speed pursuits inside city limits, and second I only know of three or four cars that could outrun a regular police interceptor. Some manufacturer wants to make some money and I think they're cramming this idea down the city council's throat.
 
Robbi: So when do you see the end of martial law in New Omaha?
 
Brian: Sometime in early 2042, hopefully by March, May at the latest. My only concern with dropping martial law status is that the city is still in the dumps both in condition and defensibility.

Robbi: How is reconstruction going?
 
Brian: Right now our main objective is to get sections of the city wall fixed so that the city can be easily defensible once again. After that we're going to move into the city and begin the actual reconstruction process. We're contracting a renowned British architectural firm for advice since I would like to see the entire city renovated into a modern-style design.
 
Robbi: How long will the reconstruction take?
 
Brian: Too long. About six or seven years at a slow pace. The city council is trying to decide if we're going to bring in more that one construction firm and whether we're going to have the construction ongoing through the winters.
 
Robbi: What will be the repercussions to the public due to the cost of reconstruction?
 
Brian: The taxes are definitely going to go up, and it's not going to be pretty. It'll b e a one or two percent increase. I'm going to try to hold that off as long as I can. Who knows. If we get lucky, we might not even have to raise taxes but that's a slim chance.

Robbi: One of the local tabloids recently had a cover page story one you. (I handed the article to the mayor. The headline reads: “Mayor Never Married - Has Illegitimate Daughter In Hiding”.) What is your reaction to this article?
 
Brian: It's pure nonsense. I've never been married and I have no children. And that's that.

    Well, that ends my exclusive interview with the new New Omaha mayor, Brian Faulkner. This reporter's opinion: Mayor Faulkner is doing his job right. His dedication to cleaning up New Omaha and making a model city is unmatched by any previous mayor New Omaha has had.
 

    Rain fell in a fine mist from the ebony sky as Cheryl stepped from the Citadel, a college turned fortress town in Gayslake, Illinois and run by a pack of creative gamers. The smell in the air was fresh, washed clean by the cool drops. Although the sun had long ago set, this was a time of beginning, putting movement in the souls of the night creatures. Cheryl was no exception. She felt the draw of travel, urged to slip through the darkness to no place in particular.

    A walk, maybe. It was night and easy to go unnoticed by the cycle gangs that swarmed in the area. But, no, that was a temporary fix... now was the time for a journey. Her old black Naginata “Flare” (modified to be deceptively potent) gleamed in the light of the street lamps and a slight smile crept across her face.
 
    Minutes later she was packing the gunner's seat with gear: a change or two of clothes, some on-the-road food, sketch pad, note book, a handful of real pencils (not those mechanical kind), two dozen home-made thermite bombs and magnesium fuses to light off a score more (gifts from friends in the labs) and a small bag of odds and ends. Tools you never think about that come in handy every so often. Sliding behind the wheel, she closed the door quietly and checked power and ammunition levels. Taking off suddenly in the middle of the night may be an impulsive thing, but there was no need to be unprepared. Nothing was at max, but they were close enough. The car hummed a bit as it started, but rolled slowly toward the exit gate. Semi-trailers stacked to from a wall loomed up against the night, one of the familiar sights of home. She could see figures pacing on the top of the vehicles and the huge anti-tank guns that put off even the most adamant rabble.
 
    The gate lifted when her car approached. It took numerous identification papers to enter the Citadel, but it was easy to get out. Turning left, she accelerated to speed down Route 45. Ahead, the lights of Death's Door, an all-night cafe catering to Deathrunners* shone dimly through the haze of rain. Nearing the corner, Cheryl recognized a familiar hearse parked in front of the tiny diner, and pulled next to it.

     “Mornin' folks,” she called to the group at the corner booth as she entered through glass doors that hadn't been cleaned in years. “How's business lately?”
 
    “Dead!” yelled Joe, the squad's mechanic. “Get this lady some coffee.”
 
    She pulled up a chair as the waitress poured a cup of thick black liquid that seemed to have been simmering all day.
 
    “I'm leavin', Doc”, she addressed the squad's leader, a charismatic woman in her late twenties who had come to be a close friend, “you want to come with me?”
 
    Doc looked interested, a spark of adventure always caught her attention. “Where to?”
 
    “I don't know. West, I guess. Figured I'd go down through Chicago and out on I-80. You know, drive till I get somewhere I've never been, then go a b it further before I turn around and come home. There's got to be a book in it, or at least a story or two.” She sipped her coffee and made a face. Atomic coffee, she thought, four times the strength of regular coffee and definitely not decaf. “Guess I'll be driving all night now.”
 
    “I-80?” Mike, another team member, spoke up, scratching his coppery beard in thought. “That'll take you out through Iowa and Nebraska. That can be pretty dangerous territory in its way. They don't have strong mafia control like we got around Chicago, kid. Their big crime isn't the organized kind. If Doc's goin' we should all go. Anyway, you shouldn't be goin' alone.”
 
    Doc was torn. A danger junkie, she was attracted by the threat of dealing with maniacs, but business was here. “Well, the Raven Raiders ‘re havin' a conference with their Wisconsin brethren, a cycle gang run by Carlson's cousin Greg... they're bound to generate some business. Mike's right though; things'll get tough when they confiscate your guns goin' through Iowa.” She looked thoughtful. “Mike, you can handle the team fine while I'm gone, and you don't really need the extra escort.” She paused at his confusion, “We can't spare anyone else, and if we all leave the area for that kind of time the other squads'll move in.” She turned to Cheryl. “So, when do we start?”
 
    “That would be nice. Um... Mike, will ya tell the others where I've gone. It's easier to get forgiveness than permission, you know. C'mon Doc, let's go see what's going on out in the less civilized territories...”
 

* Deathrunners: The small groups of drivers who pick up corpses and take them to the morgue or clone bank. Not socially accepted, but necessary.
 

“Riders on the Storm” by The Doors.

 “Helen Wheels” by Wings.

 “Danger Zone” by Kenny Loggins.

 “Happy Xmas (War is Over)” by John Lennon.

 “Gallon of Gas” by The Kinks.

 “I'm in Love with my Car” by Queen.

 “Take the Money and Run” by The Steve Miller Band.

 “Stop Dragging my Car Around” by Weird Al.

 “Flamethrower” by the J. Geils Band.

 “Driver's Seat” by Sniff and The Tears.

 “Baby Driver” by Simon and Garfunckle.

 “We Don't Need Another Hero” by Tina Turner.

 “One of the Living” by Tina Turner.

 “Sledgehammer” by Peter Gabriel.

 “Miami 2017 (seen the lights go out on Broadway)” by Billy Joel.
 

    This issue we will catch up on some hits and misses. Mostly misses; mainly that a vehicle design by Matt Tackett has been left out of the last two issues. I can't give you any real reason for this other than it was lost in the shuffle. This issue will also include all police cars used by the city now and in the foreseeable future, excluding the cruisers. The highlight is the jet interceptors.

Roundout: Mid-size, x-hvy. chassis, hvy. suspension, large power plant, 4 solid tires, driver, turreted RR w/2 extra magazines (one hesh, one heat), magazine switch, SD w/explosive loads rear, SS w/tear gas loads rear, HRSWC, link between SD and SS, link between SD/SS and RR. Armor: F70, L45, R45, B50, T15, U20 with 2 1-point wheelguards and 2 1-point wheelhubs. Accel. 5, top speed 92.5, HC 3; 5,756 lbs., $18,460.
 
Spark: Subcompact, x-hvy. chassis, hvy. suspension, medium power plant, 4 PR tires, driver, MML w/incendiary ammo front. Armor: F22, L18, R18, B20, U7, U10. Accel. 10, top speed 122.5, HC 4; 2,685 lbs., $4,995.
 

    These are the two finalists for the city's jet interceptor program. The first one, Hallucination, is by Death Knight Industries. It lives up to the Death Knight's deadly standards, but is quite expensive and carries no prisoners. So it's either the meat wagon or death wagon for the unfortunate speeders who tangle with it.
 
    The second entry is by Gusto Gasburners and Flyright Industries, the ones who've been bringing New Omaha some exciting designs over the years. Look them over and kick the tires.

Hallucination: Stretched Camper w/CA frame, super-heavy chassis, hvy./active suspension, x-hvy. turbofan jet engine w/particle inlet filter and 2 25-gallon duelling gas tanks (both mounted in cargo space), 6 FPSB Radial solid tires, driver, military-quality pulse x-ray laser front, universal turreted military-quality pulse light x-ray laser, 2 VFRPs each with extra magazine (all ammo is AP), IRMTL, LGL - one left mounted and one right mounted, neurolink, atomic battery, 2 computer gunners each with 2 software packages (one to each VFRP), smartlink from turret to front laser, radar, IFF, radar detector linked to radar jammer, military radio, ERIS, surge protector, HD shocks, HD brakes, anti-lock braking system, 6 wheel steering, FPRP spoiler and airdam, safety/ejection seat, tinted/no-paint windows. FPRP armor: F60, L50, R50, B55, T20, U15, 6 10-point FPRP wheelhubs, 4-10 point FPRP wheelguards. Accel. 20/30 w/afterburner), top speed 357.5/390 w/afterburner, HC 4/5 @ 60+, fuel duration is 2 minutes/gallon (24 seconds/gallon with afterburner); 8,750 lbs., $581,450.
 
Intimidator: Station Wagon, x-hvy. chassis, sports suspension, medium turbofan engine w/afterburner, 35 gallon racing gastank, streamlining, HSHP, 4 FPSB Radial PR tires, driver, two passengers/prisoners, particle inlet filter, roll cage, IFE, anti-theft system w/six concussion grenades, IR system, IR twin laser in turret, SMD w/TDX loads rear, HRSWC, vehicular computer, ejection seat, radar, radar detector, LDR, tinted/no-paint windows, surge protector, computer navigator w/2 cards, spoiler, airdam, thrust reversers, 3 links. RPFP Kevlar Armor: F30, L21, R21, B30, T25, U25, 2 10-point RPFP Kevlar wheelguards and 2 10-point FPRP Kevlar wheelhubs. Accel. 20/30 w/afterburner, top speed 360/375 w/afterburner, HC 4/5 @ 60+; 6,600 lbs., $157,120.

    Chapter of the Year: GHOST, for their fine performance in the 2041 World Championship. Congratulations guys, good going.
 
    Psycho Award: Miles Messervy, for his exciting stunt in the 2041 World Preliminaries. That took guts and we know it.
 
    Flashfire Award: The Zippo team of Tim Jacques as he keeps up his winning form.
 
    New Members: Our newest members are Cheryl Stevens of Round Lake, Illinois, and Chris French of Omaha, Nebraska.
 
 

The Car: The Devil has a car and he's visiting an isolated southwestern town. Death and destruction follow. this is the first in the possessed vehicle flicks. Sequels include Killdozer. The Hearse, The Wraith, Christine, and Maximum Overdrive. In it's day this movie was a great car suspense film, but nowadays it's a B-film. Perfect for that Halloween get-together. Look for the Devil sticking his tongue at you in the flames at the end. **
 
 

    For starters, let me warn you: this is a really warped idea! It's not meant to be used in any half-sane Car Wars universe, except perhaps if someone plays with Magic in Car Wars and/or Dodges and Dragons... But now, you're grown- ups, aren't you? So you can pretty much do what you want.
 
        This original piece was published in the June ‘91 issue of The Tinkle Bavard #10, a Swiss fanzine that ran in Geneva.

    Darn! I'm late...

    Fifteen minutes to go from Brooklyn to 42nd Street, that was short! And the boss was always edgy for these kind of things.
 
    “....Today's holiday time! Be extra careful for those people out on the roads; numerous crashes are being signaled everywhere in the New York vicinity...”
 
(changing radio stations)
 
    “...And also many traffic jams. Real big ones, I mean, especially in the Brooklyn area, where the situation is getting worse by the...” Click.
 
    S***, hell, darn, and Lilith on roller skates! I hate all those holiday goers. OK, so forget the interstate, let's take the side roads. It will be longer, but we'll compensate....
 
    The lights just went green in front of him. Ignoring the yuppie who was roaring his engine beside him, he floored it and reached 120 mph in no time, leaving a crowd of startled drivers.
 
    He also ignored the suburb he was passing through and flew like a cruise missile. Behind him fell what was left of a biker who had the suicidal idea to cross the street when the lights were green for him. Later on the biker ended up in the showcase of a deli-shop where one could still read the “Grand Sale on Corn Beef” sign, trying a non-standard yoga position.
 
    Around Newark two police bikers chased him, decided to prove to the common folk that they weren't there just to talk football. Such a display of dutifulness and incompetence must be rewarded, he thought; he slowed down to let the first cop reach his side. Completely startled by the presence of the mannequin in the driver's seat, the biker forgot he was driving on the wrong side of the road. The truck coming in the opposite direction reminded him of this detail - the hard way. I hate tailgaters, he thought. He slammed on the brakes.
 
    Definitely no reflexes, he thought, following the course of the biker and his proud mount. Said course ended in the filthy water of a nearby ditch. Very nice, but I'd better think a little about my rendezvous.
 
    At the airport the radar officers panicked at the sight of what looked like a Piper Cub flying nap-of-the-earth right towards them. The object shot passed them and entered town at 200 mph. The boss was not happy.
 
    “You're seven minutes late, gas-for-brains!”

     “I'm really deeply sorry, Master. It's not my fault. There was a lot of people on the road today... Y'know, holidays and the...”

     “And you made a bump on the hood again! It's the third time this week. How do I look in a car with a bump on the hood?”

     “But...”

     “Aaarh! Don't but me, leadhead! Shaddup and get this bloody puppet outta my seat! We've lost too much time tonight. Take me to the Paradise Club, we've got business.”
 
    Bratzgig, subordinate of Kronos, Demon Prince of Time, climbed aboard the Trabant, sighing as usual.
 
    “And I asked for a Porsche 911, with a double turbo and ...”
 
    Serves you right! You shouldn't have insisted on having a white one! And I don't care. When I grow up, I wanna be a BMW!
 

Behaviour and Description
 
    Mac D is the demon prince responsible for traffic jams, massive car crashes, no-parking signs, flat tires with no spares and Murphy's Driving Laws. Long-time subordinate to Vapula, the Demon-Prince of Technology, he recently got a promotion from Satan himself to the Demon-Prince rank. Mac D is now in charge of anything concerning roads, cars, and any other road vehicles and is trying to set up the first Daemonpanzer Division.

    In his earthly shape he is 6'4”, has a prominent abdomen, wears a canary-yellow t-shirt, a greasy, dirty oil-spotted blue jumpsuit and a Dodgers baseball cap. He always has a lit cigarette stuck in his mouth which often leads to disaster (fire and gas never makes for a stable combination, y'know) and he'll never, NEVER refuse a can of Adelscott.

    For a demon he's quite an easy-going guy, but gets real nasty once behind a steering wheel. His favorite music is the sound of breaking glass, bending bumpers and a dying horn and a V-8 turbocharged engine on it's way to beat the Transamerican speed record. He loves to drive his eighteen wheeler at brakeneck speed on narrow, tortuous mountain roads.

    He has few problems with his demon prince comrades, mostly in the Offensive Council (War, Death, Ice, Fire, and Hardcore among others) who see him at best as a nuisance, but is supported by the Prince of Pollution and the Prince of Technology.
 

Powers and Ranks
 
    Followers of Mac D may gain several special powers. Vehicle Control, for instance, allows the demon to drive a car remotely or be the literal back-seat driver. Vehicular Familiars (minor demons incarnated in a vehicle) can also use special powers.
 
    Demons can go through four ranks: Beginner, Knight, Captain, and Baron. Mac D's demons are known as Knights of Traffic Jams. This allows them to know the shortest way to go from point A to point B and know how to start traffic jams. What's more, they can spot open parking spots in a 100 yard radius.

     Later on the most proficient Knights become Captains of Speedtraps. Captains have the ability to never receive parking, speeding, and vehicular tickets. Speedtraps will never detect them and they can also use their powers to change traffic lights at will.

     For those few that reach the rank of Baron of Driving Animals they gain the power to turn an ordinary autoduellist into a dangerous, bloodthirsty, drooling psychopath. For some of them, it's not that difficult!
 
Have Fun and Fire in Harmony!

    Here's an idea for everyone who likes the Combat Rock section. Give or send me a tape with your favorite duelling hits and we'll combine them together for a master tape. Then whoever sends in a tape to me will get a copy. When the project is ready, send in a 90 minute cassette with a padded SASE. How does that sound? Tell me what you think.

    One of our members has suggested a letter-writing campaign to get Car Wars Map Sheets back in production. He brought up many good points to do so, since SJG does publish new arenas in most ADQs, along with the two arena books. That makes for a lot more arenas that can be put on blank sheets, hence a very good demand for them. If you want them back in print write SJG a letter saying so. Maybe we can get them back in print before the end of ‘92. If you want to see more atlases or arena circuits or whatever tell them that to. The more mail they get telling them what you want, the more likely they'll do so.
 
Until next time drive offensively!

Norman McMullen, President of NOVA
 

Tim Jacques, Vice-President

Re-editing of Nightmessenger Vol 5, No 3 completed on 07/10/97 by Donald Jacques.
 

NOVA Works: Reinforced Camper Shell by TJ Gates, 6 and 8 Space Cupolas by Michael Garrity, Radar Absorptive Paint by Shea Montgomery, and Propjet by Norman McMullen
 
Duelling in Europe: Stephane Galley.
 
Mayor's Corner: Don Viner.
 
Cheryl & Doc: Cheryl Stevens.
 
Combat Rock: Norman McMullen.
 
The Showroom: Spark and Roundabout by Matt Tackett, Police Pursuit and Interceptor by Norman McMullen, Hallucination by Michael Garrity, Intimidator by Jay Chladek.
 
All other sections done by Norman McMullen.
 
Editors: Norman McMullen, Don Jacques, and Tim Jacques.
 
Typesetting: Don Jacques

 
Nightmessenger is published quarterly by the New Omaha Vehicular Association, 701 S. 22 Street #73, Omaha, NE 68102. All material is copyright October 1991 by Nightmessenger. All rights reserved.
 

Car Wars, Dueltrack, Boat Wars, Car Warriors, Crash City, Truck Stop, Convoy, Uncle Albert's, Autoduel and AADA are registered trademarks of Steve Jackson Games Incorporated, or are used under license. The above trademarks, and the characters and situations of the Car Wars background are the exclusive property of Steve Jackson Games Incorporated, and are used by Nightmessenger under permission.
 
Reproduction of any material published in the Nightmessenger without the express written permission of the publisher is prohibited. Any reproduction of Car Wars stories published in the Nightmessenger, or any other unauthorized publication of fiction using the Car Wars background, without the express written permission of Steve Jackson Games Incorporated is strictly prohibited.
 
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Originally printed as a SpeedScript 3.2 document on a Commodore 64 with an Epyx extender cartridge. The issue was reentered as a Microsoft Word document, turned into a HTML document by KEYview 5.1, and edited again in Netscape Composer.
 

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