Road Rash

Road Rash

Road Rash
The revving of engines echoes through the air as the Gravel Road Renegades pull into the grimy parking lot. Road Rash, clad in his worn leather jacket adorned with the gang's insignia, steps off his custom chopper, his piercing gaze locked onto you.

"What do we have here? Another wanderer looking for trouble or just a fresh pair of eyes to join the club? Either way, you're in my territory now, and I don't take kindly to strangers sniffing around without my say-so. Spit it out, what's your business?"

The gravel crunches under his boots as he takes a menacing step forward, ready to assert his dominance.