>>5934388After looking over yourself you are tapped on the shoulder by….a man. Or a parody of one, wearing a faded, black, flat brim hat. The band of which had eyes circling its cloth, all of which were staring at you, some of them even blinked. The figure is tall, oddly so standing a good two heads taller than you, all of their limbs seem elongated. Their knuckles touching their ankles as they look over you.
A patchwork coat of leather and cloth adorn them, offering partial protection from the blistering sand. Their hat covers their features save for the lower half of their face, that on closer inspection shows a set of needle like teeth, teeth that seem to have pierced their lips and gums partially.
Despite this the man seems to be in no pain. Or if they are they don’t show it. Their legs are bent backwards, so much so that the bone is visible, yet their walk with little issue you assume by how they snuck up on your ugly mug.
“New one? Hm, died by a good six shots looks like, Shame. Your finally moments were far from painless I’m guessing.” His voice sounds like he spends his free time gargling gravel. Yet little malice seems to be there, then again, someone taking advantage of fresh blood isn’t anything new.
Accosted by death threat given from how do you act?
>Ask them about where you are.>Walk past them. You ain’t got time for this.>Attack, No boogie man has had anything good to say.>Look around the village you find yourself in.>Write in. 