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Kai slammed the accelerator. The Civic screamed, its little engine howling in protest. The Jesko vanished ahead of him like a black arrow. He had no chance. He knew he had no chance.

The main menu loaded, but it was wrong. The backdrop wasn't the vibrant, bustling Horizon Festival Mexico he’d seen in YouTube playthroughs. It was a stormy, abandoned airstrip at dusk. The only car available wasn't the usual Corvette or Supra. It was a beat-up, primer-gray 1992 Honda Civic with a single star rating. Forza.Horizon.5-CODEX

Kai laughed. “Weird crack intro,” he muttered, clicking the icon. The game booted instantly—no splash screens, no logos from Playground Games or Xbox. Just the sound of a distant, echoing roar of an engine. Kai slammed the accelerator

The world dissolved into a blinding white flash. The green text returned: He had no chance

He drove. The world was a masterwork of decay. The lush jungles were dead, skeletal trees clawing at a bruised sky. The sandy beaches were gray, littered with the husks of burned-out supercars. He passed a wrecked Bronco with the Horizon Festival logo peeling off its door.

You’re not supposed to be here, pirate.