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Quoted By: >>5536465
>Hello Gunners. 6 Shots is a fantasy western quest, if you're looking for gunfighting, monster hunting and more please give the quest a read and feel free to participate.
<span class="mu-s">Gunners, Let our first lesson be a simple one.</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">God made man.
Man scorned God.
Taking up the word of the Snake.
God could not forgive Man.
God made the Others.
And then.
Man made the Gun.</span>
The burning dandelion of a sun stuck to your once pale skin, searing it evenly to a soft brown tan in little more than a day. You were already begging for it to simply turn its gaze elsewhere. However the celestial body clearly had no interest in fulfilling your whim, strutting across the sky directly above signalling the approach of noon to all. Dry lips rustle like autumn leaves as your tongue probes them, crinkling like old smoking paper. You needed a drink, tapping the canteen on your hip emits a soft hollow thump. Between your buzzing brain and what you swore was the sound was your last few sweat drops sizzling away - Voices skirt on the damningly gentle wind, tempting you with a chance of cool air and the prospect of civilization. Or something close to it.
Each breath was dry and hot, clawing on your throat as your lungs greedily sucked in. You cough painfully but do not stop. Not here, even you knew only the dead stop moving in these lands - each step on the uneven pressed dirt attempting to trip you, throw you into a picker bush or some snake den. But you keep on. Thoughts giddy against the world, as the sounds become clearer. Distant voices, the whine of a horse and as you take a sharp bend in the hillside path you spot it.
You had complimented the landscape through your first few days within, the land was harsh and yet gorgeous. Untainted and pure. As the old Master had once told you, the untamed Wildlands. To his wizened mind was second in beauty to only an untamed woman. And the scratches she gave you only cemented her love. The old geezer had always been a bit long winded. But it has stuck with you long enough to make an impression. Not a single imperfection blemished the clear blue sky above, the steep and yet vibrantly hillside that seemed like a barren wasteland hid life. Skipper lizards ran from shadow to shadow chasing beetles the size of a twenty two, as blooming prairie prims show their colourful buds to fat pollen sodden bees.
But right now, at this very moment. Well, the old six lane wooden board tacked up by a man with shaky hands in a storm town was down right the most beautiful thing you had ever laid your eyes upon. Hell you thought about kissing each and every soul within. But your sight lay locked to the first goal.</span>
<span class="mu-s">Gunners, Let our first lesson be a simple one.</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">God made man.
Man scorned God.
Taking up the word of the Snake.
God could not forgive Man.
God made the Others.
And then.
Man made the Gun.</span>
The burning dandelion of a sun stuck to your once pale skin, searing it evenly to a soft brown tan in little more than a day. You were already begging for it to simply turn its gaze elsewhere. However the celestial body clearly had no interest in fulfilling your whim, strutting across the sky directly above signalling the approach of noon to all. Dry lips rustle like autumn leaves as your tongue probes them, crinkling like old smoking paper. You needed a drink, tapping the canteen on your hip emits a soft hollow thump. Between your buzzing brain and what you swore was the sound was your last few sweat drops sizzling away - Voices skirt on the damningly gentle wind, tempting you with a chance of cool air and the prospect of civilization. Or something close to it.
Each breath was dry and hot, clawing on your throat as your lungs greedily sucked in. You cough painfully but do not stop. Not here, even you knew only the dead stop moving in these lands - each step on the uneven pressed dirt attempting to trip you, throw you into a picker bush or some snake den. But you keep on. Thoughts giddy against the world, as the sounds become clearer. Distant voices, the whine of a horse and as you take a sharp bend in the hillside path you spot it.
You had complimented the landscape through your first few days within, the land was harsh and yet gorgeous. Untainted and pure. As the old Master had once told you, the untamed Wildlands. To his wizened mind was second in beauty to only an untamed woman. And the scratches she gave you only cemented her love. The old geezer had always been a bit long winded. But it has stuck with you long enough to make an impression. Not a single imperfection blemished the clear blue sky above, the steep and yet vibrantly hillside that seemed like a barren wasteland hid life. Skipper lizards ran from shadow to shadow chasing beetles the size of a twenty two, as blooming prairie prims show their colourful buds to fat pollen sodden bees.
But right now, at this very moment. Well, the old six lane wooden board tacked up by a man with shaky hands in a storm town was down right the most beautiful thing you had ever laid your eyes upon. Hell you thought about kissing each and every soul within. But your sight lay locked to the first goal.</span>
