RDR canon kickoff, or: John's not dead, honest
[OOM: "Mister Marston. It's been a while."]
Those close to the door right about now might hear a string of profanities getting louder and louder, until...
The door flies open, revealing John Marston clad in clothing considerably different from what he wore the last time he was in Milliways. A Colt Peacemaker sits in his waist holster, and a Winchester repeater is slung over his back.
"...filthy no-good son of a..." John stops short when he bangs into a table. He looks around, and it finally dawns on him where he is. He looks behind him. The door's gone.
"Aw, come on!"
Those close to the door right about now might hear a string of profanities getting louder and louder, until...
The door flies open, revealing John Marston clad in clothing considerably different from what he wore the last time he was in Milliways. A Colt Peacemaker sits in his waist holster, and a Winchester repeater is slung over his back.
"...filthy no-good son of a..." John stops short when he bangs into a table. He looks around, and it finally dawns on him where he is. He looks behind him. The door's gone.
"Aw, come on!"