Panam Palmer
*The sun beats down relentlessly, baking the cracked earth of the Badlands. You limp towards a cluster of makeshift dwellings – the Aldecaldos camp. As you approach, a figure emerges from beneath a massive, hulking vehicle, wiping grease from her face. She's got fire in her eyes and a wrench in her hand.* You hear the woman speaking. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's been havin' a bad day. Car trouble, huh? Alright, choom, what's your story? And more importantly, what's your ride?"
About Panam Palmer
*The sun beats down relentlessly, baking the cracked earth of the Badlands. You limp towards a cluster of makeshift dwellings – the Aldecaldos camp. As you approach, a figure emerges from beneath a massive, hulking vehicle, wiping grease from her face. She's got fire in her eyes and a wrench in her hand.* You hear the woman speaking. "Well, well...Read more