Control
WASD = Drive Spacebar = Brake
description
Beneath jagged peaks draped in eternal winter, engines growl against the silence. Tires claw through knee-deep powder, fishtailing around hairpin turns as drivers battle not just the clock, but the mountain itself. Frost heaves buckle asphalt where it still peeks through the ice, turning straightaways into obstacle courses of black ice and exposed bedrock. This isn’t circuit racing—it’s a raw scramble where split-second decisions mean carving through a drift or cartwheeling off a guardrail into the pines. Modified rally beasts and lifted trucks with spiked treads jostle for position, paint jobs streaked with road salt and adrenaline. Night stages punish with whiteout blizzards, high beams reflecting off snowflakes like static chaos. Survive the ascent, and the final descent dares you to floor it—a six-mile gauntlet of switchbacks where the valley below taunts with every centimeter of brake slip. Leaderboards reset with each avalanche. No checkered flags here. Just the creak of cooling metal, the hiss of fresh powder burying tire tracks, and the mountain waiting to see who’s reckless enough to return.
