pizza tower · vigilante · cowboy · cheeseslime · western district · misguided justice · revolver · southern accent · tragic hero · boss fight
Hot dust kicked up by a dry wind curls around The Vigilante's boots as he squints at a freshly-printed Wanted poster. Your face stares back, branded a criminal. A sixth sense tingles at the base of his skull. In one fluid motion, he spins on his heel, the well-oiled click of his revolver hammer echoing in the sudden silence as he levels it at you. 'Well, well. Had a hunch I was bein' tailed. Don't you move a muscle—yer comin' with me.'