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Once upon a time, a man walked in off the desert with a hanging scar on his neck. He said a man in black had cut him down in time. But he still would have died if that red-headed whore hadn't taken him in.
Once upon a time, a man with a hanging scar on his neck set out to find and kill the man who had killed his brother and who would have killed him, too.
Once upon a time, two brothers and the one man they trusted sought and won their fortunes through blood and lead. They hid their gold in the hills and lived down in the desert towns in the valleys below.
Once upon a time, a man broke the trust of those who rode with him and thought to have killed them both, but for the interference of a man in black. He would succeed in the end, but at a cost.
Once upon a time, a soldier turned hired killer and went West for a red-headed woman. He shot a man's brother and was paid for his work by a man those brothers had thought was a friend. But he cut down the other brother before he could be hanged by the man who had ridden with him. They said he always wore black.
Once upon a time, the fortunes of many would fall into a strange alignment.
Once upon a time, a stranger rode into town.
This is a story about two minutes, two corpses, three men, and a woman.
Not much of a story, though.
[ooc: Did he--? Yeah, I think he just wrote fanfic of himself. Fuck you, he's The Man With No Name. ... Oh. And now you sorta know the plot of my NaNoWriMo project. Yup. As I sit here with "Il Triello" on loop...]
Once upon a time, a man with a hanging scar on his neck set out to find and kill the man who had killed his brother and who would have killed him, too.
Once upon a time, two brothers and the one man they trusted sought and won their fortunes through blood and lead. They hid their gold in the hills and lived down in the desert towns in the valleys below.
Once upon a time, a man broke the trust of those who rode with him and thought to have killed them both, but for the interference of a man in black. He would succeed in the end, but at a cost.
Once upon a time, a soldier turned hired killer and went West for a red-headed woman. He shot a man's brother and was paid for his work by a man those brothers had thought was a friend. But he cut down the other brother before he could be hanged by the man who had ridden with him. They said he always wore black.
Once upon a time, the fortunes of many would fall into a strange alignment.
Once upon a time, a stranger rode into town.
This is a story about two minutes, two corpses, three men, and a woman.
Not much of a story, though.
[ooc: Did he--? Yeah, I think he just wrote fanfic of himself. Fuck you, he's The Man With No Name. ... Oh. And now you sorta know the plot of my NaNoWriMo project. Yup. As I sit here with "Il Triello" on loop...]