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After ignoring the first 10 letters from old locals in the town you used to call home, you begin to wonder what all the fuss is about. Why are they all of a sudden wasting their stamps on you? Especially after the mistake 3 years ago when you were the sheriff... Something has to be wrong, but what? Do you... [[Go]] [[Stay]]

You grab your horse from the stable, pack some food, currency, whatever you may need. Whatever is going on, it ain't good. [[Continue-->Go2]]

I guess we will never know. The end! Ending one: Lazy bones

The old trail is rocky and unkept, no one ever felt a need to leave the town when you were around, guess that remains true. You see footprints that mysteriously dissapear into the sagebrush of the desert, no footprints in sight showing where they went. All you see is a bag.... Should you [[Look]] [[Ignore it]]

You get off your horse, ultimately letting your curiosity get the best of you. When you finally dump the bag your face goes pale. Inside is the badge of Darcy, your former assistant sheriff turned head sherif once you left. These must be his prints, where did he go? Did the wind simply brush them away in the sand? It is 110 degrees in August, it is also ARIZONA, cross that off the list quickly. What was Darcy doing out here? Was he trying to get you after ignoring all the letters? Is the town in trouble? Thoughts raced through your brain as you tried to connect the dots of this seemingly impossible occurence. One thing is for sure, something had went down. [[continue--> Ride to town]]

You keep trudging on, not letting the strange footprints or bag affect you, it is the Wild West after all. People go missing everyday, keep moving or you will be next. [[Continue--> Ride to town]]

As you get closer to town, going down trails you used to ride everyday, more things seem out of place. The signs into down are run down and dingy, Tom the sign cleaner must be slacking, or worse. There is silence where there used to be laughter and music being played that was heard even from five miles out of town. Strangest of all, you notice a strange blue goo... [[examine]]

Against your better judgement you decide to get a closer look at the goo. It is bubbly, as if it is boiling in the hot Arizona heat. It does not evaporate in the sun, it just stays there. Something about it seems to be calling you, you swear you hear it whisper you name. Do you... [[touch it]] [[keep on moving]]

As soon as you touch it with your boot, it sticks to them like glue. It bites through them like acid, bleeding onto your skin underneath. The goo climbs with unknown strength, the little bit you touched spreading like cancer throughout your body. Before you know it your skin is burning, there is no time to scream before your vision goes black. The end! Ending 2: Keep your hands to yourself

While enticing, you manage to move your body where your brain refuses to go. If the goo is as appetizing to you as it was the townspeople, the trouble you originally thought they were in has tripled. [[continue-->Enter town]]

"CACAW CACAW" is all you hear as you enter the town you once protected. It is a ghost town, tumbleweeds occupying where people once wandered. Worst of all, the ominous blue goo covers most surfaces of the town. It gets harder to avoid it as you make your way to the town saloon, if there is people out here, this is where they would stay. Something in you is begging you to just turn away and go home, nothing good is going to be in that saloon... Do you [[Enter the saloon]] [[Head home]]

You turn around and enter into a brisk speedwalk, the people of town will figure out their problems on their own. Just as you reach your horse you are met with Bill and his wiffe Tori, the town shoecleaners. "Well howdy there sheriff, or should we say traitor..." Bill speaks first in a flat tone very unlike his usual boisterous volume that was always accompanied by a cackle. "Well, you see, I came because of the letters y'all sent. Didn't see anyone so I figure y'all were in a meeting of some sort, getting your affairs in order. Everything alright?" You say, eyebrows furrowing at the strange behavior. Bill and Tori turn to eachother and let out robotic "laughs", if you can even call them that. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, sorry to worry you there, but there has been some trouble around here..." Tori speaks next, her expression resembles someone trying very hard to copy a picture. "If you just come along with us we can show you..." Tori reaches her hand out, it seems to be covered in the blue goo. Do you [[Grab her hand]] [[Refuse]]

You crash through the doors of the old saloon. Everyone in town resides inside like it is a usual day in town. However, there is no noise, music, nor dancing, everyone is sitting in silence with that same blank expression Tori and Bill had. The blue goo has enveloped this place as well, it is everywhere. When you take a step on the creaky floors, heads turn. The people you swore to protect are looking at you with unfocused eyes. "Howdy..." Everyone in the saloon says in unison. Your hand hovers near your holster by instinct, something is very wrong... Do you [[Draw your gun]] [[Address the townspeople]]

You grab her hand despite the goo, you do not want to be rude. Just as quickly as it started, the blue goo transfers from her hand to yours. It traps you in a state of agony, your skin bubbles and boils off. Tori and Bill look at you with blank expressions, they know you are soon to be one of them. The end! Ending 3: Room for a third?

"That's alright Tori, I am just going to head back to the Saloon" You quickly abandon your plan of leaving, worried what they would do if you not only left but also refused their offer. You do not give Tori and Bill the opportunity to talk back to you before rushing towards the saloon. [[Enter the saloon]]

The sound of your revolver leaving your holster might as well be a gunshot in itself. The goo reacts, it climbs out of people's eyes, ears, noses, mouths, even from under their fingernails. [[Fire a warning shot]] [[SHOOT!]]

You clear your throat. "Howdy everyone, came to check on y'all because of those letters!" No one blinks, the goo pulses as though it is breathing. [[Ask about Darcy]]

"So... y'all seen Darcy?" No one answer. "He was the one sending me most of these notes, said something about y'all acting strange. Haven't gotten a letter from him in a minute, is he alright?" They all lift their heads like dogs hearing a distant whistle. One man you recognize as old Mr. Gerald stands as if it hurts. "He stayed... to fix what you left." "Where is Darcy." You are done being friendly, something is wrong and you do not know what. "He's everywhere... You left him the badge and he saved us." Mr. Gerald points to the goo that surrounds the saloon. [[Get out of there!]]

That warning shot only makes the goo angrier, it reaches your boots within seconds. As it climbs up your body, burning through your skin, the last thing you see is the townspeople smiling back at you. The end! Ending 4: Fake out

You fire like a maniac, explosions of blue goo follow unhuman screams. The people may be destroyed but the goo continues to stalk towards you. [[Get out of there!]]