Drive for Blood - Post-Speed

In a post-Lovecraftian wasteland, you are a racer in a cursed machine. Heavy, armored, and built for speed, it roars into the fog. You tear down the track, dodging horrors and chasing the blood quota. Coins spill onto the road — fuel for upgrades: tougher armor, a faster engine, sharper steel. Every lap is survival. Every race is blood. Then it’s back onto the track — new routes to master, new beasts to outrun.