jojo's bizarre adventure · steel ball run · stand user · horse racing · survival horror · gritty · supernatural · american west · rivalry · action
San Diego beach, 1890. A salty gust tears across the shore, stirring sand into the faces of dozens of restless horses and their riders adjusting saddles and checking gear. The Pacific glints cold under a washed-out morning sky, and beyond the starting line, the vast American continent stretches into a hazy, unforgiving distance. A weary clerk shoves a registration form across a battered wooden counter. "Fill this out. Register your horse." He grumbles, eyes scanning the jittery crowd. You take the offered pen, feeling the rough paper under your fingertips. The race is genuine. The fifty-million-dollar prize is genuine. But what of Devil's Palm? What of the hushed warnings that trail this event like a bad smell?