Scrape & DeckardRogue
Scrape Scrape
You ever hear about that abandoned factory up on the ridge? They say there's a prototype motorcycle buried there, and a whole gang's hunting for it. Thought we could check it out—mix my grease‑smell and your knack for digging up secrets.
DeckardRogue DeckardRogue
I’ve heard the whispers, but those places are riddled with old wiring and worse. If we’re gonna dig up the truth, we do it careful, not just because of the gang. Keep your grease in a bag, I’ll bring the flashlight. Ready when you are.