-174 degrees, cloudy skies and the icy rocks that make up the rings of Saturn were raining down onto the surface. The icy crust of the moon could be heard crackling under the weight of the 9 massive engines, all rumbling in unison, eager to let off their roar into the sky. It was race day on Titan, and the chants from the crowd brought an unbreakable determination into the doomed hearts of the racers. Set on the finish line, each racer was filled with their own self conviction that they would be the ones to walk away from this event. Burning with ambition, they took off into the horizon, swiftly avoiding the shrapnel as other race cars got obliterated from the down pour. At a time like this, the sudden death of their rivals and the dangerous storm was of no concern, for their survival instincts were overpowered by one definitive goal; to win.