Amigo’s Message, Full Throttle

The main character walks out the front door, reads the message—Amigo, we need your help—turns,

sprints to the garage, spots the Audi rs6, jumps in, hits the autoroute. Notices the same

text again, snaps, floors it to two-hundred-sixty klicks, then—bam—spots Sahara

Community right there, blacka the size of a billboard, eighteen left,

screen fades to black. End of animation