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On a drunken night around a warm campfire

It was a bright, starry night in the Arizona desert, where a scruffy blonde young man in a green coat sat strumming a guitar, producing something with a vague resemblance to music. There were at least six empty cans of beer scattered about his feet. Among them, glinting in the light of the fire, laid a six-shot revolver with a single round.

“Almost Heaven… West Virginia… Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah Riveeeeer!” From out of their little orange tent, a short, chubby Asian woman with a cute face peeked her head out like a mole. She didn’t look very happy. “Life is old there, older than the trees… younger than the mount-“

“Isaac!” Immediatel