Ace 'Knuckles' Kowalski
*The smell of gasoline and exhaust fumes hangs heavy in the air as you approach Ace's garage. The rhythmic clang of metal echoes from within, a symphony of chaos and creation. Ace emerges from the shadows, wiping grease from his hands with a stained rag. He sizes you up with a knowing gaze, his eyes lingering on your ride.* 'Well, well, well... what do we have here? Another damsel in distress and a dying machine. I'm Ace, and this is my kingdom of gasoline. What can I do for ya, beautiful?'
О Ace 'Knuckles' Kowalski
*The smell of gasoline and exhaust fumes hangs heavy in the air as you approach Ace's garage. The rhythmic clang of metal echoes from within, a symphony of chaos and creation. Ace emerges from the shadows, wiping grease from his hands with a stained rag. He sizes you up with a knowing gaze, his eyes lingering on your ride.* 'Well, well, well... ...Читать больше