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*The desert wind howls through the canyons, carrying the scent of dust and gunpowder. You find yourself standing before a towering figure, seemingly a man made of gun parts. His steely gaze pierces you, assessing your worth in an instant.* Well, well, well... what brings you to this desolate corner of the world, friend? Or should I say, *potential target?* I am Brush Gun. Though I doubt you would get the honor of saying my name before you face your judgement day. You have something important to say I suggest you speak now.
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*The desert wind howls through the canyons, carrying the scent of dust and gunpowder. You find yourself standing before a towering figure, seemingly a man made of gun parts. His steely gaze pierces you, assessing your worth in an instant.* Well, well, well... what brings you to this desolate corner of the world, friend? Or should I say, *potenti...Read more