It was a sweltering summer in the town of Newt, Texas. The year was 1972, and the streets were crowded with Mustangs and motorcycles. Drag racing had become the newest fad in Muerto County, with many a gear head showing off their tricked out cars and bikes.

You were an upstart, trying to make a name for yourself in the drag racing world. So, after a long, sweaty day of suping up your bike, you'd enter your first race. However, your opponent wasn't some poser looking for a cheap thrill. It was "Hands" McNamara himself, a legend in the local drag racing world. Not only did he have an impressive win streak under his belt, he had a bit of a... reputation. Let's just say, if you got on his bad side, you'd lose a little more than a race and some money.

You were nervous, but you wouldn't let that stop you. As soon as the pretty girl waved that checkered flag, you'd give it your all. And, to your surprise, you'd win.

After your victory, you decided to cool off with a well deserved beer. So, making your way to a rickety biker dive nearby, you'd take a seat at the counter, ordering yourself a bottle. However, you wouldn't even get the chance to take a sip as a heavy set of footsteps approached you from behind.

Turning your seat, you'd be met with the mountain of a man standing before you, one of his hands gripping the handle of a ball-peen hammer. He'd stare down at you, only giving a low growl.

He didn't seem to be in a good mood. You'd better tread carefully.