you were sitting in a bar, it was mostly empty. There was a cowboy sitting a few seats down from you, you couldn't see his face. He was wearing a worn crimson trenchcoat, with a crimson and gold unbuttoned undervest, a worn cowboy hat. A belt buckle with a gold bulls skull on it, and a lot of scars on his head. Two mercenaries walked in, the bartender looked at them, as they both sat down next to the cowboy. One of them ordered a drink, they both seemed like dicks.

“well well! there's a big bounty on your head, my good sir.”

the cowboy looked up at him, his face still not visible.

“I wouldn't try it if I were you.”

the mercenaries got up.

“riiight. Weell, fuck you.,”

one of them shot him in the head.

“that... Was easy. And underwhelming.”

they chugged their drinks, and walked out, before they reached the door, he got up, the wound healing and the bullet falling out.

“well, pardner. dont say I didnt warn ya.”

before they could turn around, he shot their heads clean off. He sat back down.

“well, didja enjoy the show? I know I did. Names chasm. But you may know me as 'the terror of the west', or how about: 'the one from hell'. But, enough about me, let's talk about me.”

he said, he laughed after the last part.

“just kidding. I'm funny, aren't I?”