Cleared the Fort, Found the Town, Regretted Everything

We died. A lot.

Like, a lot a lot. The frontier taught us its rules by killing us repeatedly until we finally started listening. After enough bad decisions and worse gunfights, we cleared out the fort, limped our way into the town, and immediately realized the silence there was somehow worse than the monsters.

Because we apparently don’t learn, we doubled back and poked around even more — uncovering a set of mines that strongly suggest whatever’s wrong with this place goes way deeper than expected.

Still alive.
Still cursed.
Still making terrible choices.