If the truss rod moves;
there is hope.
I'm playing a cheap SG copy at the moment. The LP needs a re fret, probably re radius down to the bones.
Here's my not-totally-sober-but-at least=more-rested opinion on the beautiful thing that we call the guitar:
If the truss rod moves; the guitar has a future.
Clothes serve a purpose. When given a choice over what one can wear; the preference becomes an expression. Same with scooters. Same with motorbikes. same with guitars.
The pressure to conform has left many a person ball deep in snow, though.
Pick ups, fret size; all preferences/add ons. Can the neck be fixed? If so, then that guitar is perfect. Forget the label on the head stock, because no one else really cares; they came for the music.
The reason that I'm ranting again, is because I love music and I get it when someone is expressing themselves. I haven't played my Les Paul for two years; it really is beautiful, like furniture designed with love. But, as a friend of mine once had written on her knickers: 'It Won't Lick Itself'.
When people look for that 'great metal tone', they have stopped being musical. Music is in your heart. Music and words ie song, are probably the best ways that we can express ourselves. An example off-the-cuff would be The Specials in the 80's, with all the political turmoil of the time: Bands played and people danced.
Play your heart out. Here's a simple song that, I think, demonstrates that beauty: https://youtu.be/TOZ1B5ZwK9I