غلاف قصة Spaghetti Western. بقلم Edward_Morris
Spaghetti Western.
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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!
This message has been brought to you by Kattel-men inc. and associates.  Kattel-men inc. and associates are not responsible for any death, mutilation, burns, allergic reactions, loss of limbs, loss of blood, loss of organs, loss of loved ones, loss of property, or loss of humanity that may result from interactions with the West. Do not eat the cactus. Do not agitate the wild life. Do not engage any sword wielding drifters out for redemption. 
Enjoy your stay, Adios Amigo!
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