Stalker & WrenchWhiz
Stalker Stalker
WrenchWhiz WrenchWhiz
WrenchWhiz WrenchWhiz
I’ve been mapping out this old rail yard that’s been abandoned for decades. The tracks are choked with vines, but every few feet the machinery’s still up there—gear trains, a derelict crane, even a rusted steam valve that still whirs if you pull the lever. You ever find a machine that still runs, even if it’s busted, in a place that’s been forgotten?
Stalker Stalker
Yeah, I’ve chased a few stubborn engines into places the city thinks are just dust. They’re like ghosts that still breathe. It’s strange, but the old whistles still sing if you listen close enough, and that keeps me digging where the light barely reaches.
WrenchWhiz WrenchWhiz
Sounds like you’re chasing phantom horsepower—pretty badass if you ask me. Just remember, every dusty engine still has a secret that’ll bite you if you’re not careful. Keep your wrenches close and your jokes closer.
Stalker Stalker
Thanks. The secrets are part of the thrill. I’ve got my tools, my wits, and a quiet respect for the old ones. If you ever need a guide, I’ll be where the tracks still hum.
WrenchWhiz WrenchWhiz
Glad to hear you’ve got the gear ready—just remember the old guys can be picky about the oil type. Let me know when you hit a rail that’s still humming, and I’ll drop in with a fresh batch of spare parts.