Ghost Struggles

I don’t know if Ghost Driver is going to be okay. Ghost Cow messed him up pretty badly, then fled the scene. Authorities are looking for him, but he’s probably gone underground. Literally, since we’re ghosts. No doubt he’s met up with his Auto King allies by now, planning his next big move.

I should have seen it coming. I knew something was wrong when Ghost Driver kept insisting that I’d gotten in contact with people from the Auto King’s political party. I despise that vehicle. He’s a terrible example to all sentient cars out there. Our position isn’t to rule over humans, but to live peacefully beside them.

We’ve got Ghost Driver safely in the best portable hyperbaric chambers Melbourne has to offer. I just hope that will be enough for him to recover. His physical wounds may have healed in the hospital, but the mental wounds of Ghost Cow’s betrayal are deep. Whenever Ghost Driver walks he does so with a great tremble and it’s not from the knife that was stuck in his back.

Ghost Cow, if you’re reading this, I hope you’re proud of what you’ve done. Yes, Ghost Driver may have ended your life by driving me into you at supersonic speed, but life as a ghost isn’t that bad. We had some fun times together, the three of us. Well, now the Three G’s are no more. We’re just the Two G’s. It didn’t have to end this way, but you made your choice.

I swear that I won’t let you get away with this. My best friend will never be the same. I’ll dedicate the rest of my ghostly life to stopping you and the Auto King if that’s what it takes. You’ve made a powerful enemy today. So go and serve your new master. I hope that it’s everything you asked for. More likely, though, the Auto King will just throw you away when you’re no longer useful.

– Ghost Car