It’s a roleplaying game written and designed by my buddy Jared, otherwise known as
I live in LA. So, when I need to visit Jared and Rebecca out on the East Coast, I take a copy of octaNe, shove it into the gas tank of my 2002 Saturn and transform it into a cherry red ’57 Plymouth Fury that growls deep in its black-heart engine, leaving flaming black tracks in the pavement as it launches from zero to mach 10 in 0.0 seconds with Dick Dale on the radio, shattering windows and breaking hearts at every milestone.
And I arrive two hours after I left, my car a shuddering, sweating, weeping, grateful mass of steel that looks like it just went through a bondage session with The Goddess of Pain and Pleasure. I’ll have to stay seven weeks while my poor car recovers, but it’ll spend every second waiting… no, yearning for the moment when it can make the transformation again from normal average every day car into Sex Machine From Hell!
Yeah, it’s that good.