WHO WE IS
Born from the ashes of sunken dreams and tears from the man comes Super freakin' 2 games, y'all!
After the apocalypse had an apocalypse things got real, we're talkin' real real, son. Terrence emerges onto the scene, bare chested, gleaming with the blood of his fallen foes, throws a kitten fifty yards just to throw them off the scent. What scent? The scent of burning rubber. The air, smoke filled, pungent, gets cut in half by the '67 Chevy manned by Nate, his partner in crime. Spinning a perfect 180 he screeches up to his partner, kicks the door open and Terrence hood slides and tells Nate to make room for a real driver. Nate obliges. Where are they off to next?