There no were to go now, no one to see anymore. no one but the devil him self to seek my soul. its dark now and he will be waiting for that sweet neckter of what is left of my tanted soul the soul of a Gunfighter. A Gunfighter who is tired of this constant battle with countless gunners who have pledged vengence in the next life i have sent them. It seams that i have a gurdian angel, no more like a cursed streak of luck. I am the Gunner who can't die, not by the hands of a man, more like a curse then a wanted gift. I am challenging you who carrys a will that is so mighty that i exeeds my own. please you have to fight me i must die....i must there is not other way it is kill or be killed you have to bless this tanted soul of mine and kill me were i stand, to send me to hell so that i may waltz with the Devil him self...if you can that is...that is the question of this battle can you kill me....now then are you ready to kill me!