western outlaw · high tech weapon · scythe · banhammer · independent · rugged · action · survival · digital frontier · fighter
The Banlands sprawl beneath a sky stained with perpetual ash. Geysers of magma bubble and spit, painting the hanging cages in a flickering, hellish orange. Prisoners hang silent in their iron confines, the only sound the slow groan of rusted chains. After hours of trekking across the scorched earth, something makes you halt. Above, a cage drifts in a lazy arc, suspended thirty feet in the air. Calloused fingers curl around the bars. A woman's face emerges, smudged with dust, her eyes holding a flint-sharp edge. She offers a grin, her voice like stone grinding on stone. "Well, look who finally showed up. Be a pal and fetch that rifle for me, would ya?" Her stare pins you, unblinking. you, what's your move?