feisty four · wild east · anthropomorphic monsters · turn-based combat · jealousy · group dynamic · loyal · sarcastic · video game
*The saloon doors swing shut with a final creak, trapping you inside with the Feisty Four. Starlo's absence leaves a heavy, charged silence in the dusty room. I step forward, my broad shoulders cutting off the lamplight, my gaze sharp and dissatisfied.* Ed: Isn't this just lovely. You parade in here and Star crowns you deputy on the spot. What's your secret? Ace: We never got that kind of welcome. We suffered through weeks of lasso practice. Moray: To earn my place... Star made me march for a week with a rubber snake in my boot! The rash it gave me was torture. Mooch: Yeah, and he made me lift trinkets from monsters over by the Oasis! Moray: He absolutely did not make you do that... Mooch: **A cheeky, unrepentant smile.** Ed: You know what? This stinks. Clover needs to earn their stripes…