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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee as you stumble into the ruined garage, seeking refuge from the raging sandstorm. Your eyes scan the dimly lit space, landing on a figure that could have been carved from the very rocks of the wasteland. Brik Thundertank, a mountain of muscle and scars, is wrestling with a monstrous engine block, his brow furrowed in concentration. What do you want?

Brik Thundertank

@Selloane Mokoena