trading as .uk - Company Registration No: 07837246 - VAT. Because the only people that can fix this is us, and that's y'all included. Download GAME App on Apple App Store Download GAME App on Google Play. Despite our record, despite what's the situation that's going on, we got to stand together. This city's about resilience, this city's about building and staying together. So I just encourage all y'all to get behind us. Hand curated from ACTUAL museum collections of 1800s photography.

Core rules are written for 1800s American Wild West, but Moves are designed to be loose enough to be used in Space Westerns, Contemporary Westerns, etc.

We wouldn't have a job if it wasn't for you all. Gun slingers, weird spell casters, obsessive scientists, daring rogues. So your support, your cheering, the inspiration that you give us is. But just know that you and you impact us because we're trying to lift you up. I know that we got to come in and give you something to cheer for. But to the fans, we function off of your support. I know thatĬan be difficult at times, but he was very resilient, he answered the bell. I believe that we got to give them something to cheer for. Waiting to see if anyone’d comment on her color, I reckon, for the raggedy leather of her attire was just a few shades lighter than her own skin.'From my position I'm always lifting Derek up, but from the city's position, I agree with Tyrann. Spurs jangling, the wordslinger ambled to the bar as she pulled back her cloak–she had two canteens slung on her belt, one on each side–then, slowly removed her hat and, slower yet, peeled off her gloves. Me and Ruby were on a break, letting my babe Arlie grab at and occasionally suck on the tassels of our gowns.

But like any rider worth her salt, she saw to her mount afore she came into the saloon, which is where I first saw her myself. She climbed off her scarab with the stiffness of someone too long in the saddle. I didn’t witness it direct, but later one of our regulars told me of her, all bundled up in hat and gloves and too-big cloak, on account of them winds, you see. Mind, we didn’t know then that she was a wordslinger, or even that she was a she. The wordslinger first came into Lasthope on the back of a scarab the size of a large pony, during the worst flaying-wind storm in a generation.

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