Digital Mercs

Or rather, Box.

Anyways, Boom! Progress is well underway with PDR. A few recent team meetings have really helped, as each team member shares their areas of expertise with the rest.

So, uhm, what am I looking at?
What indeed.

Apparently Terminal Island, home of Death Race, was once a lush forest of rebar and tarnished brass pipes. When they cleared the land to make room for their glorious prison/race track they went ahead and crushed the local vegetation into cubes. Afterwards, they used said cubes to line their track, and to provide shelter to unwitting Pit-crews in times of danger.