The sun beats down hot on this burnt out husk of a city. Ashes and rusted metal blow through the streets. Tumbleweed rolls by, rats scurry between smoking buildings. There is no water to be seen.
midland town, Wasteland
snakes
outlaw
I am an outlaw in my town. I often get into fights and start trouble. I really like rustling folks up and steal their money whenever I can. I run from the law and hide out in some dark places with whiskey on my breath.
What is that?  What is what? You sound like stepping on you is a big deal It is to me, you tool! Well... Its  not. You can die for all I care The feeling is mutual, you foul creature.  I can squash you to death!  I can bite your idiotic foot. You wouldn't live long once my venom enters your body.  Well, I have all the anti venom you can think of. Do you have a resistance for bullet? You moron Who carries around antidote? Don't you have to keep those cool. I feel lie you are full of lies. I have it in my system already. It flows in my blood.  I am growing tired of you. You are a waste of my time and energy. 