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Needles Kane, driver of Sweet Tooth: (FMV version)
You are the winner of the competition and are granted an audience with Calypso, the creator of the Twisted Metal contest.
As you speed into his underground garage, you spot him, surrounded by bodyguards and seated on a throne of broken car parts. His face is burnt beyond recognition. His smile is hideous. He speaks:
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"As you know, I shall now grant any prize you request. But I am confused. You are only asking for THIS?!?"
Calypso holds a crumpled up paper bag in his hands.
"I can offer you ANYTHING, Sweet Tooth! Money, fame, even power... you dare INSULT ME!?!" Calypso screams.
But your mind is made up. Ever since you escaped from the mental ward 5 years ago, you have been searching for this bag. Because, in your own twisted mind, this bag is much more than just a bag. Oh yes! It is... a friend! YES! The bag is CRAZY HAROLD THE WACKY LUNCH SACK!!! And he has come home!
Plunging one hand into the bag, placing the other hand on the wheel, you speed off into the LA night, searching for new victims...and looking for a new life where you and your bag can be happy at last!
Charlie Kane, driver of Yellow Jacket: (FMV version)
"As you know, I shall now grant any prize you request."
You smile nervously and say: "I just wanted some information. I want to know if my son is still alive. He disappeared twenty years ago and I haven't seen him since..."
Calypso frowns, then gives you your prize. It is not good news.
It turns out that you saw your son on this very night...He was the driver of the Ice Cream Truck. For the last five years, he has been using the name SWEET TOOTH, traveling the country, looking for victims. Up until tonight, he was one of the country's most wanted serial killers. Now he is dead, compliments of you.
As you speed off into the LA night, you are filled with a sense of anguish and regret you never thought possible. Perhaps you'll compete in the next Twisted Metal contest and ask Calypso to take away your suffering...
Carl Roberts, driver of Outlaw: (FMV version)
"As you know, I shall now grant any prize you request."
"I'm here for my prize," you say. "You know what I want."
You have requested that the Twisted Metal contest never be held again. You want the streets to be safe, you want the children to feel secure. This is your wish... this is your prize.
Calypso shrugs, then smiles at you. "While I disagree of course, I am bound to respect your decision. Drive out of this garage officer, and enter a world free of the pain and suffering you claim I cause... a world free of Twisted Metal! You have my word..."
You tell Calypso if he's lying you'll be back. He says he highly doubts it. Then, you race out of the garage only to discover...
...that Calypso has tricked you. You have entered a world free of the Twisted Metal contest... and of everything else! Just as Calypso has promised! You float in space for all eternity!
Angela Fortin, driver of Pit Viper: (FMV version)
"As you know, I shall now grant any prize you request. It says on your contract you are asking for one million dollars in cash. That I can easily grant!"
You simply smile knowingly as he reaches for a briefcase filled with money. As he does, you open fire, taking out the bodyguards, and then Calypso himself. During the battle, you notice a black, shadow-like figure sneaking away during the fight, but you let it go. You've gotten your man.
It turns out your real name is NOT Angela Fortin, but Agent Amanda X, a freelance assassin who has been hired by the people of LA to take out Calypso and end his brutal contest.
You speed off into the night, satisfied by a job well done. Oh yeah, you take the million dollars with you. Hey, a girl's gotta eat.
Captain Spears, driver of Roadkill: (FMV version)
"As you know, I shall now grant any prize you request."
"I was a captain in the Jungle Wars of South America," you tell him. "I lost my entire platoon. I sent them straight into an enemy trap."
"And now as your prize you want a second chance. You want me to send you back in time so you can save them. I don't recommend it, Captain." Calypso tries to warn you about the dangers of such a request, but you refuse to heed his advice. Realizing your mind is made up, Calypso simply shrugs and agrees to grant your wish.
You should have listened to the guy. You are sent back in time, dropped into the middle of a raging South American war. Before you have time to save your platoon you are shot at point blank range by an enemy soldier. You die instantly.
The next day, back in 2005, two high school kids find your car sitting in the middle of a dirt field. They steal it, speed off, and vow to enter next year's contest using your vehicle!
Scott Campbell, driver of Spectre: (FMV version)
"As you know, I shall now grant any prize you request."
"Please, sir," you say. "I just want to... to be alive again."
For the last five years you have been a spirit, a ghost, a dead guy. Stabbed by a maniac serial killer at a local circus, you were killed instantly. Since then, your soul has been wandering the Earth in search of a way to come back to life. Now you have your chance. As winner of Twisted Metal, Calypso must grant you ANY wish you ask for. And he does.
In a flash of bright, white light, you are alive again.
You race off into the LA night, heading home to be with your wife and little girl who was born three days after you died. Your heart is racing and tears are streaming down your face. It feels great to be alive... again!!!
Commander Mason, driver of Warthog: (FMV version)
"As you know, I shall now grant any prize you request."
"I won your contest," you shout in a gruff voice. "Now give me my prize! Give me the box!"
Calypso smiles and tosses you a heavy iron box. It is a flight recorder box from a downed aircraft. Listening to the recording on the box, you now know why the government sent you to get it. It contains evidence that an otherworldly craft shot down the airliner... evidence that we are NOT alone!
As you speed off into the LA night, you are content... happy that the government will get what is rightfully theirs. You also feel good knowing that the people of the USA can sleep tight tonight, kept in the dark about things they are not yet ready to know about.
Mr. Ash, driver of Darkside: (FMV version)
You are the winner of the competition and are granted an audience with Calypso, the creator of the Twisted Metal contest.
As you speed into his underground garage, you spot him, surrounded by bodyguards and seated on a throne of broken car parts. His face is burnt beyond recognition. His smile is hideous. When he recognizes you, his face goes pale:
"NO!" screams Calypso. "He's mine! HE IS MINE!"
"He's not yours," you tell him. "He's one of my most powerful demons and you stole him, USED him to gather up your prizes for this competition of yours. Let's go BLACK, it's time to come home."
And with that, a shadowy figure on the back wall of the garage flies out of the darkness and INTO your head, disappearing into your body! Calypso screams in agony! You simply smile.
"He's coming back home with me," you say. "Your contest, your 'vision,' is over for good. See you in Hell Calypso... I'll be waiting."
You speed off into the LA night, searching for the expressway back to Hell. You hear it is located somewhere near Hollywood...
???, driver of Mr. Grimm: (FMV version)
"As you know, I shall now grant any prize you request."
"I am the winner," you say. "And YOU are my prize!"
You point your hand towards Calypso, revealing that the arm under your leather jacket is nothing more than dirty white bone. In an instant, Calypso recognizes you.
"NO! NO! It's not time!" he screams.
But it is time, and you know it. Finally, after 100 years of trying, you are able to capture the one soul that has eluded you since you took the position as the Grim Reaper.
As you speed off into the LA night, you feel as good as a collector of souls can feel. But the feeling is short lived. There is work to be done... always more work.
Bruce Cochrane, driver of Thumper: (FMV version)
"As you know, I shall now grant any prize you request."
"You know what I want," you tell him. "I signed your contract."
For the last 10 years you have searched for a way to turn your South Central neighborhood into a place where people could feel safe. But nothing ever worked. Every night is still the same: gang fights, drive-by shootings, robberies. Tonight, all of this will change...IF Calypso will grant your wish.
He does. He promises to stop the fights, to stop the violence. You say you don't believe him. Calypso tells you to go home and see for yourself.
As you speed off into the LA night, your heart is pounding with excitement. Could Calypso be telling the truth?!? Is your neighborhood safe? Was the battle tonight worth it? All of the blood you spilled, in the end, will it be justified? You drive at top speed, racing home only to find... Calypso was not lying.
Agent Stone, driver of Crimson Fury: (FMV version)
"As you know, I shall now grant any prize you request. And here is your heart's desire..."
Calypso tosses you a heavy, iron box. It is a flight recorder box from a downed airliner. "You're a lucky man, agent. The Commander in the Army vehicle died tonight trying to keep you from getting that box."
You smile and in your thick British accent say, "Well, that's the US government for you. Always trying to keep their people in the dark. Thanks Calypso..."
You speed off, racing into the LA night. One hand is on the wheel, the other on the flight box. As you listen to the voice on the flight recorder, you hear the sounds of an alien craft shooting down the passenger plane. You have the evidence! You feel good that, soon, the people of the world will know the truth... that we are NOT alone!!!
Dave & Mike, drivers of Hammerhead: (FMV version)
"As you know, I shall now grant any prize you request. But I am confused. It says here you are asking for a new set of treads. Exactly what is that?"
"You know man, tires," you reply.
Calypso is dumbfounded: "But you could have asked for anything! Are you sure that's all you want?"
"Hey dude, treads ain't cheap for a rig like this."
"Ah well," says Calypso, "It's your choice."
In a flash of light your monster truck is refitted with a brand new set of metal crushing tires. You slam your truck into reverse and speed out of the garage.
As you race off down an LA freeway, heading into what has been the most outrageous night of your life, you vow to enter Twisted Metal again. Although, at the moment, you are having a hard time thinking of a better prize than this...