The cars were wide, low, and painted in bright primary colors. Just one more way this carnival failed at the Halloween spirit. Amber picked a red one in the center, beating an energetic teenager to it. Getting in was like entering an alternate universe, one where cars had giant steering wheels and deadened responses. Everything was technically the same—gas, breaks, belt—but of a different size, a different texture, and of definitely a sluggish quality. Amber stepped down on the gas even before the ride started, impatient trying to get her car to go.
Finally all doors were closed, all belts checked, and the ringing alarm went off. Her car started with a whine and thrum, along with the two dozen other ones in the ride. So many targets! But Amber had barely advanced a meter when her body jolted, shocked by an impact against her car. Whirling, Amber saw behind her the teenager from a minute ago, grinning at her. Any anger she felt dissipated at once; she grinned back at him. With a firm twirl of the wheel-- moving this thing was like driving through molasses-- she turned just enough to bump into his side, the collision making them both jerk forward. Amber's smile widened and she stepped hard on the gas, as did he; they bumped again. Oh, that felt good. They laughed and went on their way to terrorize new victims.

Amber ran around a bit, bumping here, crashing there. It was a pity this wasn't possible with real cars; there'd be a lot less stress if they could just ream someone whenever they felt like it.

Speaking of reaming, Amber finally spotted Eric. When she'd suggested this ride, she hadn't meant to run into him; it'd have felt too strong an aggression, when she was feeling resentful. But the blinking lights, the assorted playful insults being thrown around her, and the chance to thoroughly smash into others had changed her mood. Hunching over the wheel, Amber aimed straight for him.