Thank ya!

For context, this story takes place recently on September 28th 1896. So, I’m a hunter in the bayou, and I’m fighting at Alice Farm in Stillwater against a sweaty German trio. I'm a solo hunter named Prudence by the way.

Anyway, in my line of fire is a man with a very weird kinda small mustache, and he seems wounded by a dumdum shot. He didn’t even bother to shoot me. He seemed like he was gonna die in a matter of minutes anyway so I was like you know what? Why not let him go. Anyway, he nodded in thanks and extracted.

However about 31 years later, I’m watching my television as I just repaired it, and I see some army of people with a weird wavy symbol they wear on their arms or something. And then I realize their leader has the same mustache and face as the guy I spared! That’s so WACKY!

Anyway there’s some kind of second Great War coming up because the mustache man I spared at Alice Farm is invading or something, I don’t know it’s probably nothing.

Happy Birthday

I have come to do The Hunt: Showdowns.

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Nice fighting against your trio :) GG!