Steampunk Cowboys

Steampunk Cowboys

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In the year 3123, Arsenic and his siblings, Chromium and Uranium, struggle to survive in the steam-fueled, war-torn, poverty-stricken, and gang-ruled world of the Outer Ring of Tristel. Dreaming of life in the Eden-like paradise of the Inner Ring, the siblings struggle to prosper and find happiness through survival. But, Arsenic is hiding things from his siblings, primarily what happened to their parents and why he's chasing after a man named Phosphorus. Can they survive the Outer Ring? Will they ever find out what Arsenic is hiding? Find out in this mesh of Steampunk Science Fiction and Western.
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