Scorched Paths
They tracks show the heat of a past fire. The soil is blackened, and fallen trees remain as silent reminders. The air smells the tang of burned wood. 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 e