Garfield kart is the best psychological horror game there is. The upbeat theme songs, colours and tracks are inviting and welcoming, but when you play, you realise, this is no simple racing game, its a psychological horror so horrifying it gave me nightmares.

It starts of with garfield, a young cat who dreams to be a racist, the no.1 of all racing, he begins in 50cc with no spoilers or any fancy gear, he works his way up, he begins with the "catz in da hood" race, a street race consisting of garfield and his friends, it was a neck and neck race, everyone trying their best with the ♥♥♥♥♥♥ street race music playing as garfierle fights for first place. It was between him and odie; odie tries to spin out garfirkl;e, playing dirty, garfield sees this horrific betrayal and realises that it was no longer about fun and games with friends and family. It was a fight for survival. Garfield performs a crazy move, by drifting he managed to boost his engine and he decides to cut through a muddy foot path, he wins by millimeters.
Odie was not taking this win kindly and turned on garfield, he went to rip and tear. Gasfield was not going to give in though, not after seeing spike eat his good friend tom, garifield runs for it, but odie is catching up, so he improvises and miraculously trips odie over, odie falls into oncoming traffic and is nothing short of turned into ground golden retriever. Garfield is not phased at all, as he had obviously done this before. Nothing gets in the way of being no.1.

The next race in the lasaga cup was crazy dunes. The now 7 contestants lined up ready for the race after being flown all the way to Egypt, the race starts, garfield had managed to create a boost for his engine which gave him a huge head start, he flew around the windy roads of the pyramids, collecting these "Boosts"(drugs to enhance driving) on the road he glided all the way through lap 2, and lap 3, far ahead of anyone else, he easily won. the rest of the surviving contestants realised that they needed to up their vehicles stats so they could take on garfirieldleed. This was now war.

The third race was a farmland lake called "palerock lake" the track consisted of mostly ♥♥♥♥♥♥ wooden roads and barely any proper surfaced roads, garfield yet again used his "boosts"(drugs) to get ahead of the others, but they were prepared, they had been upgrading their vehicles, adding spoilers and cosmetics to stand out, but this wasnt going to stop garfieoieloe3ld from being number one. he saw arlene, his once "secret" lover approaching, he was having none of this and drifted into the side of her car, she spun out and went flying into a tree smashing her skull, smushing her frontal lobe and spilling her frontal cortex all over the side of the road, the scene was horrific, blood and fire everywhere, garfield left the scene with a smirk "good riddance" he thought to himself while driving off still in first place, one by one the contestants passed arlenes corpse, none of them stopping to help out of fear, they had to win. Garfield won the third race of the lassahnga cup with ease, now with 2 peoples blood on his scruffed paws, he moved onto the last race of the lasange cup, it was now or never to progress to the next cup.

City slicker was a track set up around the city of Muncie, Indiana, it was a small track set up going through the streets of the commercial area of the city. After the previous race garfield had prepared some improvements for his car, speed boosts and a special helmet that protects him from the slim chance of being abducted by aliens. He was set on being the best racist in the world.
The race started and garfield shot off in the lead once again, but not for long, squeak, a little mouse that use to hang out with garfield was gaining on him, so garfield got one of his breakfast apple pies and threw it behind him on a bend, squeaks wheels got all caught up in the slippery mess of the pie causing him to spin out and slam into a convenience store at 88mph. He lived but only narrowly. The other contestants had realised garfields murderous intents but still wanted, no, needed to challenge him, the all needed to be no.1 if they wanted to succeed, but garfield, hooked on drugs, was just too good at racing, he flawlessly slipped around every bend, taking offroad shortcuts and jumping, yes, jumping over barriers, he won the final race, retaining 1st place the whole time.

Gerfunkle accepted his new lassga trophie with pride, his smile bending around his whole face, yet no emotion shown in his eyes, all that was seen was a matte, dark colour, garfield was not there anymore

The next grand prix, the pizza cup was not a street race anymore, picked up by official racists, the called themselves the ccc, the cool cart clan, it was a proper event, set up for live television, the other 5 contestants, jon, liz, harry, nermal and squeak estatic to have made it big, but garfeeld, was not, he need more, more fame, more money, more blood, more ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.

The first race of the pizza cup was country bumpkin, an old ranch converted into a race track, surrounded by wheat fields. The perfect opportunity to off another rival rose, Garfiled had modified his car again, he had added a spoiler, and a fresh coat of paint, and something new, nitro. The countdown ended and he blasted off at 150mph, the cc had at this point raised to 100cc, he cleared the first few bends flawlessly only slowing a little to get over an old wooden bridge, he saw harry approaching in his rear view mirror. Harry had created the fastest car out of the racers, with a max speed of 159mph, where garfield could only manage 151mph. As harry came to overtake garfield he every so slightly tapped the back of harrys car, causing him to lose control and start doing flips, if the impact of hitting a pile of logs at 100mph didn't kill him, the G's pulled on the flips would have, his brain practically a liquid his car came to a stop in the wheat field after hitting the logs and going flying. This was not caught on camera so no one knew what happened to harry, only garrisonfield did, afterall there was no evidence of a crash, he was flying and doing flips for the most of it, landing perfectly upright in his once state of the art car, already dead.

The ending of country bumpkin was close, garfield had almost run out of fuel, he did not account for the fact his car would guzzle fuel at the rate of a fighter jet with after burners on, but he won by a hair against, no one other than squeak.

After the first victory garfield held back his impulse to brutalise squeak as he answered interviews and gained fame, this was what he was looking for, what he was seeking, but it still was not enough.

The second race had garfield prepared, he had upgraded his fuel tank and was ready, he shot off, using the "power ups" and the jump feature he had installed on his car to get a boost up on a high road on the track "spooky manor". The route goofiel chose was faster and easier than the ones the others had to take, afterall, what sane person installs a giant spring in the under carriage of their car? He one in a mere 4 minutes, faster than anyone previously. Garfields profound victory garnered him as much, maybe even more attention than winning the previous race, he was in a good mood for once, all this attention spawned a sparkle in his eyes, something that had not happened in a while. He was relaxed and decided to socialise with his "friends".

The third race was primarily uneventful. on a track made from an old super market and underground parking complex, garfiled yet again won by a landslide, they just couldnt keep up with him. After the victory they all decided to upgrade their vehicles, garfiled included, they were all creating a brand for themselves, fans, and to most importantly, win.

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