In the ripe time of 1867 came an era of cowboys. Criminals to the government but heroes to those who sought liberation. A game of survival with over 100 participants ready to change their lives for the better. Cowboys being symbols of freedom being lured into this symbol of great fortune. This is a war, a friendly one. One that could end or elevate your life. This fated battle of nameless greats will be called The War of Liberation.
September 9, 1867 was the day the war was gonna begin. All there was to wait for all of the participants to register. An entry fee of 50 dollars and anyone was allowed to enter. It didn't even matter if they were born in the states. Every participant was given a revolver and a random hotel key.
The person who thought of the idea stared down from his high window, his arms behind his back and his back straightened. This was a wonderful and profitable idea that no one but him could think of. He even had the will of God by his side with The Divine Church deciding to overlook the war.
A beautiful woman with short beige hair and black star pupils walked up to the man with a confident smile.
"The President has requested involvement with the game. Would you like to accept his request? Also, I'd like to add that us of The Divine Church wouldn't mind his involvement. It'd avoid a lot of legal issues."
The man turned around to face the woman and he walked up to her, making sure he was close to show his superiority over her as he looked down at her.
"Of course. I expected he'd want to be involved. I mean who wouldn't want to ally themselves with the most powerful man in the world."
The woman continued to gaze at the man with an unbothered smile and made her way out to get prepared for the war.
A short and beautiful boy stood in front of the registration with a bright smile. His silver grills shined as the details shined even more, he had three "1" marks on his top teeth and five "1" on his bottom teeth. The flamboyance didn't stop there. He had short blonde hair that went to his shoulders and round purple eyes with purple eyeliner and silver eyeshadow. He had purple lipstick with chain earrings and his left hip was dressed to the max with 3 belts stacked on top of each other. The top one had pearls on the edges and silver stars in the middle. The middle belt was plain leather and the bottom one had a silver outline with multiple chains that ran down it vertically. He had painted fingernails that alternated between silver and purple.
His outfit was even more feminine with purple detached sleeves that go from his elbow to wrist and a purple short sleeve crop top that barely goes over his shoulders and shows his barely visible abs and has a collar that covers his whole neck. All of that was accompanied by a beige vest over the purple crop top which was short enough to show a little bit of the purple crop top. He made himself look more like a cowboy with his beige bone and beaded native style fringe leather chaps along with beige boots.
The worker stared at the boy for a good 10 seconds before he spoke. A light and playful voice came out of his beautiful lips as he leaned onto the desk.
"You gonna give me what I need or not? You're wasting my time."