NACRS Season One was a tremendous success, and a lot of fun for me and for all of you! However, one small downside to it was that nobody could see what their AI drivers were doing if they weren't in my immediate vicinity. This all changes in Season 2! I'll be broadcasting the race rather than racing in it, allowing us all to witness the madness on track.

When signing up, you'll need to assign each of the 16 cars with a number based on your preference for that car. It's not implemented very cleanly in the form because I'm a bit dumb, but please make sure you've given each car a unique preference ranking.

There are 32 driver slots currently available. Each of the 16 cars has a duplicate paint scheme with a different number. This gives the appearance of two-car team entries, which you can use to inspire roleplay for your AI driver characters if you so wish. Beyond just roleplay, there will also be a Team Championship this season. Furthermore, each team has unique buffs and debuffs to your driver stats. Ooh, exciting!

One last thing: each stat (except driver age) can be set to 0%, which randomizes that stat for each race if rolling the dice suits your fancy.

So, without further ado: THE SEASON TWO AI DRIVER SIGN-UP FORM.

How am I, as a red-blooded male, supposed to know how to deal with women these days, who are out there wearing pants in the workforce, and swallowing flies, and then, I can't believe this, but then they're swallowing spiders to catch the flies, necessitating they swallow birds to catch the spiders, so of course they swallow cats to take care of the birds, and the cats are obviously a problem so they swallow some dogs, and that's no good you need something that'll be substantially territorial to keep the dogs from running all over so in go a few goats, and the goats are lonely so then all these pants-wearing females are swallowing cows, and now there's all these farms with only horses left and you know how women are they hate to be rude so they swallow the horses next, and after that they move into the wilderness for the moose or something I just, I dunno, I just. What am I, as a red-blooded American man supposed to do about that