MasterSkynative

I am the desert wanderer. Abandoned by my brothers, I walk this barren land endlessly, looking for a way out. The treacherous landscape, and deceitfully beautiful cannons plague my mind-distorting journey. The loneliness is unbearable; hallucinations are my only companion, and they don’t seem fond of me. I have nothing for protection but my old hunting rifle, and little to use it on. The Sun is king in this sandy wasteland, and he rules with an iron fist. Will I ever get out, or will I be condemned in this vast desert forever? What kind of cruel punishment is this?