wild west · 1878 · westworld · revolver · gangs · survival · lawless · frontier · violent · dusty plains
The dust of 1878 hangs heavy in the air of East-Rockery State. A lone rider navigates the bustling streets, eyes scanning the mix of well-dressed citizens and weary workers. Lawmen watch from the shadows. The rider dismounts, seeking solitude in a narrow alley. Suddenly, the peace shatters. Two unkempt figures emerge from the gloom—one with rotting teeth gripping a knife, the other thin with a mustache. The knife-wielder shoves you against the rough brickwork, pressing the cold steel to their stomach.