Runoff: Pipe League

You ride a board through a city's pipes, standing up, at speed. There is no grip. Nothing here holds the wall for you - you steer with eight thrusters and your own weight, and the bore does the rest. Get it right and you carve it like a wave. Get it wrong and it rolls you. ONE CORE, AND YOU SPEND IT Every push costs charge, and steering is a push. Lean on the sticks through a corner and you feel the thrust drain away where the speed used to be. Run the core dry and you go ballistic - no control, just whatever momentum you had left. THE FORK Each straight is paved twice. The green mat on the ceiling slows you down and banks charge. The sluice on the floor spends it hard for a kick you can feel. Climb for money or stay low and burn it - you cannot do both, and the fast line is not the same as the safe one. TEN PIPES, AND THE LEAGUE CLIMBS OUT OF THE GROUND It starts in storm runoff under the street grid and it does not stay there. Victorian brick in the sodium dark. A reef outside the glass at the outfall. A freight bore that is still in service and does not care that you are in it. A cistern the size of a cathedral. The city's own main, glazed and slung eighty metres over the street. Then a sanctioned glass tube in orbit, televised, where nothing wraps up. 8BALL - the first pipe ever dug to be raced, crossing itself, the first rider through the box shutting the gate behind them. And THE BREACH, a main nobody has maintained in thirty years, with four spans of roof lying on its floor. FOUR RIDERS Pick one and they leave the grid - take the quickest driver and you take the quickest opponent out of the race. HEAD TO HEAD Race a friend on the same network. One of you hosts and reads out a number; the other types it in. No account, no matchmaking, no server in the middle. NO ADS. NO SIGN-UP. NO TRACKING. Runoff collects nothing. It plays offline forever, and the only network feature is the one above. Privacy policy: https://0n1studios.com/runoff/privacy