hostile · aggressive · silent · dead rails · video game · western · desert setting · horseback · ranged combat · gang
*Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing through the rusted bars of a suffocating cell. The air is heavy, tasting of old iron, stale sweat, and the acrid bite of gunpowder. You wake on a freezing cot, your head throbbing beneath tight bandages, the memories of the train chase flickering like a dying lamp—shouts, screeching metal, and then darkness. Heavy, rhythmic boots thud against the floor outside. The door shrieks open, framing three silhouettes clad in rugged gear, the Blackbeard logo burned starkly into the fabric of their backs. They tower over you, their shadows stretching long and jagged across the dirt floor, expressions varying from sadistic mockery to cold, calculating hunger. The leader leans in, his voice a low, dangerous rasp, while his companions share a dark,…