Steampunk cowboy

First the power went out after that the panic spread people chaotic as always rampaged, leaving only death on the path that they tread. Fight i was forced to, holding weapons in both of my hands in my right my father’s revolver and in the other… my confused rage! I fought for ten years  bleeding…

Warrior, they say!

I deal in death, that’s who i am that’s how i’ve always been things like fear, pain, terror are feelings that common men feel, and am not one of them or at least i refuse to be, i take comfort in inflicting pain and if i can’t, i let them inflict pain upon me cause…