Farmer Squid Game Challenge

📝 Special Statement

This isn't just a race; it's a desperate, pedal-to-the-metal sprint through a nightmare carnival where the grand prize is simply survival! Forget quaint karts or polite tracks—you're strapped into a metal monster, a roaring beast of an engine that threatens to tear itself apart with every gear shift. Your rivals aren't just competitors; they are other shattered souls vying for a fleeting chance at freedom, each one pushing their chassis past the breaking point. The very air vibrates with raw, unfiltered adrenaline and the stench of burnt rubber and fear. 🔥

The true obstacle, the looming shadow that governs this death-defying dash, is the Scarecrow of the Stoppage. This isn't your grandma's friendly garden guard; it's a colossal, ragged effigy with eyes of pure, malevolent crimson that burn through the darkness. Its presence instills a primordial terror, a certainty that a single mistake will cost you everything. When those massive traffic lights—the size of small moons, hanging low and ominous in the oppressive sky—cycle to a blinding, blood-red hue, your world must instantly freeze. You must slam the brakes with the ferocity of a thousand collapsing stars, achieving an impossible, dead-stop stillness. The slightest shudder, the most minute, involuntary twitch of your vehicle's frame, is a guaranteed, instant disqualification, a one-way ticket to the Scarecrow's shadowy embrace. 💀

But the stillness is only half the battle. As the Scarecrow's ghastly, stitched head slowly swivels, its scrutiny is total. It's not just looking for movement; it's sensing life itself. Your vehicle, a volatile engine of chaos, is constantly fighting to expel its power. You must engage the Exhaust Regulator, a delicate, hair-trigger mechanism represented by a frantic center-seeking slider. This is a test of surgical precision under extreme duress! If you allow the slider to drift even a millimeter off center, your roaring engine will betray you with a plume of thick, tell-tale exhaust smoke. This smoky signature is a beacon in the night, a blatant sign of internal combustion still at work, and the Scarecrow will pounce. Maintaining that perfect equilibrium is a battle against the machine's very nature, a high-stakes, nerve-shredding dance between power and absolute paranoia. 🚦 This game demands mastery of momentum, a chilling discipline that separates the victors—who live to see another checkered flag—from the consumed, whose screams are swallowed by the wind. Only the racer who can become a statue in an instant, and perfectly control the volatile heart of their speeding chariot, will escape the dreadful gaze and claim the ultimate victory: the finish line freedom. 🏁

📋 Instructions