Blaze Trails
They tracks are the rage of a wild fire. The soil is blackened, and dead trees stand as silent reminders. The air smells the tang of smoke. Beware of these paths, for hazard still lurks within. Droppin'/Pumpin'/Flippin' Beats This Week This week is lit/going wild/stacked with fresh tracks. We've got bangers/slammers/fire coming from every/all/t