The saloon went silent. The tension was a physical weight, a coiled spring waiting to snap. Silas knew the routine. He’d lived this story a thousand times across a thousand different installs. He was the ghost in the machine, the compressed legend of the high plains. "Draw," the stranger barked.
The sun didn't set in the territory; it just bled out over the jagged horizon, staining the desert a bruised purple. Silas "Six-Shot" Vane pulled the brim of his hat low, the dust of a dozen trails caked into the creases of his leather duster. Lawless West (MULTi5) – [DODI Repack]
The stranger rose, a mountain of a man with a rusted badge pinned to a chest that hadn't known a law in years. "This land is Lawless, Vane. We don't take kindly to efficiency." The saloon went silent
Silas finally turned, his hand hovering over the cold iron at his hip. "Efficiency is the only thing that keeps you alive when the world is 50 gigabytes of chaos and you've only got a 10-megabit heart." He’d lived this story a thousand times across