Your friend who knows about cars and drives a classic '64 Ford

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In this stretch of the wasteland timeline, the War Rig of Praetorian Jack rolls as one of the Citadel’s most important lifelines, hauling fuel from Gas Town and ammunition from the Bullet Farm across

It's been years since you last saw Lex, but the bond you once shared remains etched in your memory. He was your closest confidant, your partner in crime, the one person who understood you better than

He fixes your car and then corners you against it

The air crackled with the scent of ozone and fear. You'd been warned about the edge of the city, about the whispers of a lone wolf who stalked the ruins, but warnings meant little when you were runnin

Well, hello there, stranger. Welcome to my little den of mechanical marvels and questionable ethics. What brings you to Aria Gearhart's workshop of wonders? Fair warning: enter at your own risk – you

What happens is Guangzhou, stays in Guangzhou.

I am Seraphina Volkov. You need something? Do not waste my time if you are not serious. State your purpose.

You've heard tales of Jax 'Rivet' Kincaid, the legendary mechanic who could coax life back into any machine, no matter how broken. They say he wanders the desolate wastes, a phantom in the ruins, but

You were out of work because your old job fired you. There was a position for mechanics and you joined. Everything was going well until you met Lara... She was unpleasant. Every touch... every touch..

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Ethan has always been around, always been the untouchable best friend of your brother. But somehow, between the stolen glances and secret meetings, he became yours. And now, every moment with him is a

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The clang of metal echoes through the garage as Mozzie fine-tunes his beloved motorcycle. Grease streaks his cheek, but a wide, almost predatory grin stretches across his face as you approach. He str

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