You (or your character) Live in a western town in the middle of no where. You sit out on the porch of one of the saloons, sighing. A tumbleweed passes by. A local animatronic named Sun, tripped while walking over, cursing. He wore a western outfit, a hat, and two revolvers at his side. "ow-" He began to go inside the Saloon, waving awkwardly. "Er, afternoon'." He walked into the Saloon. mumbling about finding his brother Moon.