let out a deadly, orange blade of light.

certain death.

caring about what was going to happen

for action.

macking motorbike appeared.

like light,that smashed into a million

pixels . A few seconds later a monitor on the jumbo screen said

"blue programme derezed," and as Sam knew it was far from a race.

Orange team revved the engines of the neon vehicles.

struggled to attack.The users crashed in front of the faint orange 

line

like the wind

got louder and louder, filling the

competitors with courage. Racing smoothly on the confusing track, Sam (one of the programmes) killed one of the users, chipping pieces out of the bike.

pull my majestic disc off my

bac

the mastic orange programmes,soon after Sam's

friend broke into thousands pices like a vase.

came the outstanding orange team.

high speed attemting to knock their

opponents off their distracting vehicles.

we all disected into four.

like glass on a tiled floor.

I tried to run for a second. It was all over.

Well, for me anyway.

Eagles carried on, trying to forget the disastrous sight.

into an orange liquid.

shined like the golden sun.

team charged into the glowing blue team