Spaghetti Western.
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Last published Mon, Mar 14, 2016
Welcome to the West! Located for your convenience in the exact opposite direction of the East. Simply head North and go left, you can't miss it. Enjoy our wide open spaces, our rustic and wild atmosphere, and our gallery of deadly individuals who want to kill you! See historic sights such as the church where Elijah Valentin rots, the trail of blood stains leading you to the location of the Christmas massacre, and a town called Midnight. All of this, and more awaits you in the Wild Wild West!
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