Wobbleton

a town that can't stay on its feet

You're a delivery guy who can't stand up straight. Wobbleton runs on odd jobs: a package goes on at one door and comes off at another, and the whole town is in between. Grab it, get there, drop it, grab the next one. You've got five minutes on the clock.

Anything parked is yours. Cars are fast and boring. Bikes are slow off the line and go places a car never will — off a ramp, down a flight of steps, straight through the park. Walk if you want. You won't win walking.

Wiping out isn't a penalty — it's how you get paid. Air, spins and long ugly tumbles fill the stunt multiplier, and it cashes out on the next package you drop. The fastest line and the dumbest line are usually the same line. That's the whole joke.

The town has other ways to make money and they all cost you something. Deck a pedestrian and they drop their wallet. Hold F on the vault at Wobbleton Mutual for six seconds and it's yours. Both of those raise your heat, and heat is cruisers — get caught on foot and they take most of what's in your pockets. The only way to make money safe is to buy a house and drive it home. The corner stores sell twenty seconds of being better.

Shift over

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The garage

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Everything you get paid, across every shift, adds up here and stays. Anything you've unlocked is parked on the street from the second your next shift starts.