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The Gunslinger has a minion!

Jake the Shoofly

The Gunslinger
Legacy Name: The Gunslinger

The

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Owner:

Hyena

Age: 10 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: September 5th, 2013

Adopted: 10 years, 7 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: September 5th, 2013

Pet Spotlight Winner
October 2nd, 2015

Statistics

Level: 76
Strength: 117
Defense: 114
Speed: 126
Health: 122
HP: 113/122
Intelligence: 2
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

As Roland dragged himself from under the great heap of corpses, the only coherent thought in his head was that he was well and truly alone.

The cold clarity of battle was no longer upon him. It had given way to a sick hangover of death and adrenaline that rolled uncertainly in his mind and stomach. But as he lay there, gasping and stiff, stranded in a dying world, he understood one thing clearly enough: that if he was not the last gunslinger already, then he would be soon. Roland pulled himself into a sitting position with a groan of effort.

His hands were smeared with the blood of many, of delah, and the lowering light was turning them black as pitch. Mechanically, he began to clean his guns, polishing them as best he could on the filthy cloth of his trousers. Voices

(bird and bear and hare and fish)

(we are one from many)

from what was now his past echoed in his aching head as he sat there, staring at nothing and feeling as though his life had been derailed like one of the great ruined trains left by the Old Ones. No, not only his life, but the universe itself. The world was moving on, and Roland had a sudden and terrible feeling that there were no tracks ahead for it to follow.

But then, for just one beautiful moment, his despair was lifted away as if by a fresh breeze. The foul, metallic smell of the gore-soaked battlefield faded away and was replaced by a perfume so sweet and pure that he hardly recognized it at first: the smell of roses on a warm summer afternoon. And then the distracted sounds in his head

(gunslingers, to me)

were replaced by what sounded like many voices at once, voices so pure and beautiful and right that Roland thought he could feel the strength pouring back into his muscles even as tears of joy and grief poured from his eyes. And then it was gone.

But in that last solid moment in stuttering, uncertain time, the gunslinger knew that his moment had come. It was time to leave the tatters of his old life behind, to abandon ka-tet for naked ka and embark on the journey that the Wizard's glass had told him of. For no matter the loss, the hunger, thirst, and even the death, Roland had a purpose and a destination that would draw him tirelessly through the centuries: The Dark Tower.

A tribute to Stephen Kings's character, Roland Deschain.

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