Wuulf Posted Dec 24, 2019, 12:26 pm	Hoping to leave Firelight soon. Need tyres and handguns for $ or possibly one seat in the taxi of death, er, taxi of safety.
ShawnFireDragon coldmolasses@live.ca Posted Dec 24, 2019, 2:35 pm	A busted ole ganger limps while rolling a tire towards Wuulf's rusty ride. He leans it against the battered fender with three others. Before limping back to his hovel he pats the trunk muttering "Good Luck, you are gonna need it."
Wuulf Posted Dec 24, 2019, 5:32 pm	‘Swing Low’ Swoboda threw the spanner down on the ground and stood back to look at her handiwork. The two rides looked good to go - a lightly armoured Buccy with reinforced tyres and a Mantis. Both were a bit light on engine power for her liking, but at least they actually had wheels now thanks to a a donation from the Fire Dragons and shelling out some coin at the market. At least they’d all made it through the arena alive. Wang looked like skred, sprawled across the back seat of the Buccy, the whole of his left side broken and useless; Lizzy had dirty bandages holding her jaw together and that spider bite on Armstrong’s gut didn’t look too clever, not that anyone would say that to him. The sooner they got out of this skred-hole and to somewhere with a hospital the better. Swing Low coughed some vomit into her hand, she’d caught more rads than her allowance for this year, and made a final check of the old military issue rifles they’d paid a Firelight price for. All good. Or at least functional. She started the engine and looked back at the Firelight Arena gates. If all went to plan they’d be back home in three days. If not, well, she wasn’t looking forward to seeing the other side of those gates again.
*goat starer* Posted Dec 25, 2019, 12:49 am	"We got dozens of rifles if you need em" growls something that might have been human once.
*Bastille* Posted Jan 5, 2020, 8:34 am	"as long as they're not on fire" mutters a disgruntled, singed body in the corner