[Chronicler]

(The RPG Begins! Gang Leader and Bartender roles are now taken! All we need next is a Deputy Sherrif)


Skimming over a sea of dry sand were twirls of dust and dirt, dancing like gypsies caught in a mystical trance. Guided by the helpful winds and a force of freedom, a rogue tumbleweed made its way into a nearby town. The town of Spittoonstone. The tumbleweed stopped dead in the center of town .... waiting for something in the silence of the morning ...... The lone plant was then pushed by the winds to exit this town. Continueing its long journey.

The sun was just barely rising. The desert seemed dark brown with the sprinkles of darker green tangly plants and the sky was like a giant black canvas with paintings of pink fluffy blotches as clouds. Dividing these two forceful elements was the golden horizon, inevitably birthed from the rising sun. As we gain a closer look into the seemingly empty ghost town, we see a strange dark figure standing outside of the Sherrif's Office ....... Whyte Urp is back in bussiness. The Sherrif Glukkon intently looked up at the sky with magesterialized beauty in his yellow eyes. He looked over behind himself, his little Paramite friend Kelpy, came running by to his side. She licked one of Whyte's hands and snuggled nearby her master's cold steel legs. Whyte gently patted her on the head and looked back at the godly sky. Another day is arriving in Spittoonstone .....