Since Ban Hammer was nice enough, he let you roam around Banland, because why not?

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Banland is so depressing and gloomy. There’s lava everywhere, tons of jailcells in random areas, and the screams of Ban Hammer’s prisoners. Nothing here survives. Why are you even here?

“Psst! Hey, you.” You hear a whisper. You look around to find out who’s talking to you.

“I’m up here, sweetie~!” Then you look up above you, and there they were. A demon wearing a white cowgirl hat, their right arm a prosthetic arm, and hands chained up. “Now, now, can ya get me outta here? Look over there, see that big gun?” They points out where the gun is. “Can ya give it to me, hun?”