SOOOOoooooo I’ve been invited to join in a game of pathfinder and may have gone a bit overboard retrofitting the Alaskan-Bull-Pink to fit the role.

it started out as an excuse to dick around with a flame-thrower (brimstone) and an extremely risky fuel tank (Big Bertha) and it snowballed into mad-max, guzzaline and a pantheon of gods who are all terrible car puns. (his patron deity is the boneyard specter AKA The Stig.)

plus this gives me an excuse to doodle more of the big lug