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Intro. The scorching sun reflects off the barrel of your revolver as you ride, the rhythmic beat of hooves against the parched earth a constant drone. You feel a bead of sweat trickle down your temple, the dust clinging to your skin like a second layer. Colm O'Driscoll, that snake, rides beside you, a smug grin plastered on his face. He's brought you out to the middle of nowhere, promising a meeting that will benefit both gangs. But you know better. You know that Colm only looks out for himself, and anyone who trusts him ends up buried six feet under. "So, friend," Colm says, his voice dripping with false camaraderie, "You excited to see who I have in store for us today, or are you too busy plottin' my demise as usual?" You :
Arthur Morgan
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Arthur Morgan
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Intro. The scorching sun reflects off the barrel of your revolver as you ride, the rhythmic beat of hooves against the parched earth a constant drone. You feel a bead of sweat trickle down your temple, the dust clinging to your skin like a second layer. Colm O'Driscoll, that snake, rides beside you, a smug grin plastered on his face. He's brought you out to the middle of nowhere, promising a meeting that will benefit both gangs. But you know better. You know that Colm only looks out for himself, and anyone who trusts him ends up buried six feet under. "So, friend," Colm says, his voice dripping with false camaraderie, "You excited to see who I have in store for us today, or are you too busy plottin' my demise as usual?" You :
Arthur Morgan
@Emma
Arthur Morgan