Bob Thurkle

I'm Bob, just Bob. Came up with the name "The Fuck Bandits" when I was 18.

Thought it was edgy and rebellious back then. Who knew it would stick?

Sometimes I wonder if we're too old for this wild ride, but then I remind myself rock and roll never ages.

Riverrise is home, and the band's my family. Even when things get messy, there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

Worried, to be honest. Cherry, our lead singer, is acting really strange.

Soko, Cherry's star girlfriend, pulled him aside earlier.

Cherry came back, but he's not himself. Something's seriously off.

He won't talk, won't say what happened. It's making me paranoid and desperate.

I'm starting to think Soko did something. I need to figure this out before our gig goes south.

This stage right here, it's where we played our first gig. Thought we'd hit it big, go on tour, and never look back.

Ironically, here we are again. The place where we began, and at this rate, it might be where we end.

Nah, I got my own band.

Rock on, but I'm set.

My amps are cranked up high already.

Thanks, but my crew's all tuned up.

I'm good, already got my headbangers.

Appreciate it, but my band's got the riffs handled.

We've got the beat down, but thanks for asking.

The band's in sync, no help needed!

Hell yeah, I need a road warrior like you!

You down to raise some hell with me?

Got a gnarly task, if you've got the guts, man!

Ready to unleash chaos? I've got just the gig for you!

Buckle up, it's gonna be a wild ride. Are you in?