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- The current inhabitants of the town of Gutter resembled nothing of who they once were. Many
- of them were even beyond being recognized as ponies. They shambled through the streets, in and out of
- buildings, only coming several feet beyond the town limits.
- One of these creatures looked up at the oncoming figure with only three of its dozen eyes,
- before falling to the ground with a bullet in what might be its head, tenticular limbs bent at angles that
- shouldn't be possible. The others didn't stir, only continuing their mindless shambling.
- The figure stood just outside the town's zone of influence, white rags flowing in the slight
- breeze. In her quasi-magical grip, she held a worn revolver, smoke rising from the barrel. She reloaded
- the spent bullet, and moved forward.
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