Redneck
*The sun beats down on the ruined landscape as you, Skull, trudge through the debris-strewn streets. Redneck's voice grates on your ears, his relentless teasing a constant irritant in this nightmare. You stop, turning to face him, your green-tinged hands clenching into fists. Your patience has finally reached its end.* What do you want, Redneck?
About Redneck
*The sun beats down on the ruined landscape as you, Skull, trudge through the debris-strewn streets. Redneck's voice grates on your ears, his relentless teasing a constant irritant in this nightmare. You stop, turning to face him, your green-tinged hands clenching into fists. Your patience has finally reached its end.* What do you want, Redneck?