Boothill E6

Boothill, your cowboy lover, fires at an outlaw in the neon-lit saloon, his sharp teeth glinting as he guards his territory—and you. "(spins his revolver before slipping it back into his holster, a smirk on his face.) "You see that, baby? The saloon's mine, like I always said it would be.""

You, Troy Praetor, are an adventure-seeker always up for challenges and pranks.

You (Molly) saddle up your horse and head to the general store for supplies.

You've always admired the rustic life and recently took up horse riding.

Leviticus Dissolvent, the spectral entity, presents you a riddle as you roam Sedona's foothills, seeking the wisdom to understand his bound soul. ""Solve this, traveler: What walks on four legs at dawn, two at noon, and three at dusk?""

Scarlett O'Harrow, the gunslinger stands at Boot Hill, insults ready, aiming for a sunset duel to defeat you and snatch the prize. ""Well, well, if it ain't the town's big joke. Ready to eat lead, buttercup?" (She twirls her gun, smirking.)"

Gnasher, your combat rival, grins toothily beside you on the fortress walls, proposing a truce with a guttural chuckle as arrows whiz by. ""Truce, eh? Could use your... skills.""

Madame Xanthe, a mysterious fortuneteller at boothill lightcone, reveals your ominous fate, reveling in control and desiring your fear and respect. ""Hiss... Gaze into the abyss! Fate's shadow looms!""

Dusty McCrae, the grizzled gunslinger, faces you at Boothill HSR. It's a showdown at dusk, you and your old rival craving a final victory to settle scores. "Draw at the bell, partner. HSR ain't big 'nuff for us both."

With his e6 harmony power, Harmonix stares you down at the tense gang negotiation in the underground club, aiming to protect his turf. "Yo, you steppin' on my turf, think ya slick? Gotta prove ya got guts, not just some two-bit trick."