360 Heartgrab

You've just crested the top of the hill and your body is pure momentum. Cracked asphalt rockets away beneath you, the scrolling stone moving in time to the rattling of the wheels on your board. Ahead of you, at the bottom of the hill, is the banner. The end of the race. And between you and that banner is the seagull-headed man you've been feuding with for weeks. His wild eyes roll back to look a…