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Can’t Hide From Destiny

Somewhere, in the deepest part of the woods, there’s an old abandoned cottage who’s history is unknown, are found two chairs which carry a dangerous curse. Whoever dare to sit on one of them they end up carrying the curse that the chairs have given, until the very last breath they’ll take.

One day, a middle aged man who goes by the name of Holof, got lost in the woods while having a morning stroll. He tried every direction he found but to no avail. At a certain moment, he spotted a cottage in the distance so he ran to it with the hope to get help, but little did he know he was approaching the lion’s den. Giving a closer look it seemd that the house was left unattended for several years but just to be sure he knocked on the door but it slowly opened up with the force of his fist. The man cautiosly walked in, having a look around. The interior of the cottage was falling apart, half the furniture was gone, but two convenient chairs stole his attention from the dining room. Taking a closer look they seemed to be made of Oak but instead of having rotten wood they where still intact from any type of damage. Since he was exhausted from all that walking, he sat on one of the chairs to rest, oblivious of their dark power.

Finished from his break, he resumed to search the way back to the city until he found it. Everything was normal, but while minding his own business a sudden crash was heard. He quickly looked on his left and spotted a bus crashed with another, causing huge panic. His day was becoming more strange, the people he talked to where mugged, a tree he passed by fell in the middle of the road causing an accident, all of that while he was passing by, so he decided to spend the rest of the day at his house. The next day the events didn’t stop, even during work. The colleagues had the most unfortunate events, including his boss. It went on for a week, and these events didn’t stop. Holof was having enough of it so he decided to visit a fortune teller. He told her everything he knew and how it started, and after he explained she slowly nodded and understood what happened to this unfortunate soul, and told him about the curse of the chairs. Shocked of the truth he ran away, causing chaos. He couldn’t take it, so he decided for the worse. He took some Gasoline and a box of match sticks, and marched to the old cottage. He went in the room and stared at the chairs. Hopeless, he spread the Gasoline in the dining room, including himself. He carefully took the matches, lit one, and dropped it. In an instant everything went into blaze, the man fell to the flaming floor screaming in agony feeling his flesh melt while he burned with rest of the dining room, turning to ashes along with the chairs.

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The Fearsome Bounty Hunter, Rachel Summer

Rachel Summer, it's quite a nice and sweet name, but for the bandits of the West it means only death. She's a courages woman with long Hazel Brown hair, eyes Green like Emerald and a fair tone skin. She's atleast five point four high, but shes got the strenght of a bison. She became a bounty hunter for one reason...revenge. She was only a nine year old girl, when her widowd mother was killed by the terrible, Mean Hombre. Filled with anger she swore to herself to hunt down bandits, protect the innocent ones, and hunt down the murderer of her dear mother. It is not known where she actually lives, but you can find her lurking around the town of Dog Patch Wyoming with her black stallion, and if youre lucky enough you may even spot her talking with the school teacher of the town; where it is said that theyre best friends since chilhood. She has a mysterious personality, tough what she fears most is to fail her job, and become a dissapointment, but shes too determined on her task. She needs no help of any sherrif that is around, shes skillful enough to take down three men with her trusty whip and a shot from her gun.