Intro
Welcome to a world of smut gluttony lust and evil, welcome to saintsville. Here the only kind of justice is the kind which you have to enforce. There is no law no friendship
No love only evil. In a town that’s falling to the dogs you learn to live by the rule. The only rule of saintsville, only the strong survive. This is a world where magic and science co-exist. Guns and swords clash. In this town everyone is looking for a way up and if that means stepping on you to bad so sad for you. Here only the strong can survive.
Welcome to saintsville

Samuel : a living weapon designed by the government and now broke free and is running an orphanage with a dirty little secret.

Dark death: a assassin for hire who uses dark magic to teleport through shadows also he holds his own dirty little secret.

Blake Richards : a mercenary who runs a very large organization and he also has no left arm. it’s a solar powered laser cannon.

The 4 horse men: there are four magicians who each control a specific element. They ride horses made out of their element. Their names are fuoco pani terra and viz.

Harry Landry: a sick drug dealer who can control peoples minds as long as he is touching them.

Gregory James: an average guy just trying to get by he also has several swords and knives.

Drake: a traveler who has a lot of guns but never enough ammo.

Sheila McIntyre : a prostitute who has a side job of being a assassin.
Chapter 1

Drake was a nice enough guy never did nothing to no one that didn’t start it or deserve it. But drake did have one problem, he hated pimps he would start a fight just to be able to hit them. For some reason seeing a man abuse a woman like that just rubbed him the wrong way. But unluckily for the pimps drake was also the fastest shot around. So one day drake was just strutting along when all of a sudden he saw a women fighting her pimp well just as drake was walking over there he saw her run into the ally with the pimp hot on her trail. Well drake started running down the same ally in search of them but when he got there the woman was gone and he was staring at the pimp. Drake realized who this pimp was and knew that he had just walked into a trap. His thoughts were confirmed when he heard the scuffling of feet behind him. Now drake was a big man 6 foot 4. Black wearing a duster, blue jeans and a flannel shirt. But on this day he once again forgot to bring some ammo that wasn’t already in his smith and Wesson 45. He adjusted his cowboy hat and drew his revolver silently. He looked around hiding his gun in his tan duster as he surveyed his targets 11 men 4 with guns and I have only 6 bullets. “ I hate Mondays” he thought to him self. And that’s when hi action timer went off. Everything slowed down, everything but drake . He spun and shot the first 2 men and then he fell to the ground to dog the other bullets which were no flying he rolled and shot the lead pimp right above the eyes. He gave himself a grim smile thinking “still got it but then the 4rth pimp with a gun shot drake right in the bum. drake in extreme pain still managed to shoot the final shooter. But then the pimps with weapons stepped forward. “gods got one hell of a sense of humor he thought. He picked up a near by pipe and being careful not to use any but muscles hit the first of the weapon wielders in the face with his own weapon. Drake then spun on the heel of his foot(regretting that as his rear end screamed in pain) shot 2 weapon holders and he put his gun back in its holster . “And here we go” he thought as the last of the pimps charged him. He smacked one of them in the temple and broke the pipe over another ones head he then grabbed the base ball bat of the pimp he just knocked out and got some sever pain as the last 2 pimps started beating on him he hit both of the pimps in the crotch and then in the heads. After the last 2 finally passed out he just started hobbling as if nothing happened. “I hate Mondays” he thought as he got into his car and drove away.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 25.07.2011

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