>>5791634>>5791790>>5791797>>5791877>>5791906>>5792385Mauled and then torn to shreds by the behemoth beasts, your brother’s killer vanished into the graveyard smoke; the golden watch he held in his hands disappearing together with him. Any remaining traces of his evaporated flesh grew faint, until even those were lost in the air. He forsake alone with the pack of dark-furred behemoths! From the mangled stumps where your hands had been torn off new ghostflesh had emerged, as if a dwindling ember given second breath by the wind. Your fingers fumbled to pick up the fallen revolver, struggling to pull on the tight jingling firing-pin. The attention of every hellhound was on you, echoes of their growls biting at your ears, coming from all angles as closed on.
> Lower the iron, so as not to squander the scarce bullets within. Resign to the mauling and tearing of the wolves, as you bear immortality here, and they ought to tire out eventually.> Start shooting, and flailing your hands, to do your utmost to fend off the dark fur beasts. Perhaps they'll come to reckon that you're more trouble than you're worth.> You haven’t strayed far from Ruetown’s bounds. Begin sprinting in retreat towards the town, whilst doing your utmost, with both gun and fists, to contend with the beasts.> [Write In] 