DEAD DAWG SALOON

You walked up to the assorted collection of wine and handpicked a special bottle of vodka, sighing as you poured out a glass. Suddenly you heard footsteps, a man pushed open the door and now made eye contact with you… his milky white eyes boring into your soul. The tension is as thick as it can be as you both stand there frozen. The Deathslinger grunts and walks over to a vacant table.

“Can I help you?” He asked, his rough, husky voice echoing within the empty bar.