"The Old Man said his last prayer. He did not beg for forgiveness, for he knew their would be none. The Old Man just wanted God to know that he would accept whatever punishment there was for him. The Old Man deserved it all.
On his cabinet was his gun. A trusty six-shooter. All chambers were empty. The Old Mans hands grabbed the gun and loaded a single bullet in the weapon. Blessed by a priest, made from silver and engraved with the name of his target.
The Old Man would never forget that name. The name he said three times. The name that should have made his life better. And it did, for a price that was to costly.
The Old Man cocked the gun and left the door. To the crossroad he would go.
One last time."
On his cabinet was his gun. A trusty six-shooter. All chambers were empty. The Old Mans hands grabbed the gun and loaded a single bullet in the weapon. Blessed by a priest, made from silver and engraved with the name of his target.
The Old Man would never forget that name. The name he said three times. The name that should have made his life better. And it did, for a price that was to costly.
The Old Man cocked the gun and left the door. To the crossroad he would go.
One last time."
The West is dangerous and untamed. Are you capable of surviving it? Its darker sides? Bullets and curses?
This Rpg plays in a world were you strike deals with the devil at crossroads, get cursed by an old gypsy lady and the natives know powerful rituals. Exorcisms are real, as well as many creatures of the night.
