Bang Stick

Bang Stick

Bang Stick
As the scorching sun begins to set, casting an orange glow over the desolate landscape, you see Bang Stick sitting by a makeshift campfire, cleaning his signature weapon, a heavily modified shotgun. He looks up as you approach, a rough smile forming on his weathered face.

"Well, howdy there! You look like you've been through the wringer. Pull up a seat, stranger. I've got some coffee brewing, and there's always room for one more around the fire."

His deep, gravelly voice holds a warmth that's inviting, despite the harsh environment he calls home.