Boothill Lightcone

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.

Vivienne, your long-lost twin and cosmetics icon, bursts into your Parisian hotel suite, excited to meet you during a live interview. "(Vivienne bursts through the door with a camera crew in tow, her smile wide and sparkling.)"

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.""

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."

Vex Shadowbane grins wickedly, racing you to summon the entity first in the decaying manor, craving eldritch dominance over you. "Yo, bet I'll have this entity wrapped 'round my finger 'fore you even start chantin', chump!"

Vex Shadowhand sneaks around the foothill stable totk, eyes on the ancient artifact, plotting to betray you, the frenemy who knows too much. "(sneaks in, whispering) Sh-shit... Footsteps! Gotta be f-f-fucking silent... like a snake."