I need to clear my head. Let's walk out into the open desert and look for heads there.

If there are any suspicious secluded spots, I stand there and hope a random myrmidon pops out and chops my head off.

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I need to clear my head. Let's walk out into the open desert and look for heads there.

If there are any suspicious secluded spots, I stand there and hope a random myrmidon pops out and chops my head off.

You walk out into the open desert, knowing in your heart the head is somewhere you can find it.

You stand in a suspicious secluded spot. For a second, you think you see Colonel Sanders out of the corner of your eye. You turn to look and he's not there.

Also not there is a head.

Fiiine let's search the locomotive and all the train cars so we can not find Jessica's head there either.

You also go back and re-compare Honoka's head bruise to a chair. It actually looks pretty similar to what you'd get if you hit someone with a chair. How did you miss that the first time?

Fiiine let's search the locomotive and all the train cars so we can not find Jessica's head there either.

You check each train car and the locomotive, and turn up a distinct lack of heads.

However, as you climb off the locomotive you stumble and land in the dirt, giving you a good view of underneath it. You see a suspiciously head-shaped object underneath the engine. You reach under and pull it out.

It turns out it's suspiciously head-shaped because it's Jessica's decapitated head.

Check the train platform, passenger lounge, post office, telegraph office, locomotive, station storage, railworkers quarters. Heads, blood, body parts.

Walk the entire length of train tracks doing the same.

Grab a shovel from the graveyard and dig under the train platform for the secret red basement that has 27 more rooms to check.

Marshall
S'pose I owe y'all one more appearance, huh? I've gotta tell ya', my night was mighty pleasant, all things considered. See, there's somethin' a man's gotta know: at a certain point, ya've done all ya' can. Couldn't save all of ya' like I dreamed, but I lived, breathed, acted the part of lawman for the people - and after last night, I have few regrets. Moseyin' on back to the afterlife... it won't be too bad. When God's willin' me back, I'll follow.

'Course, whoever survives this place... Let my brother know what happened to me, would ya'? I'd hate to leave him in suspense.

Marshall
Did have one personal request last night. That witchy lady, Miss Marisa, wanted me to gather some materials for her, and I complied. So I started out by headin' to the Gun Store, grabbin' some pistols for later, and continuin' on to the Farrier. I gathered up an axe and some rope, and hauled it on over to the water tower, where I hid the supplies and strung up a horse for her. I hear that the water tower fallin' was someone else's hand in the end, though? As long as the horse is doin' alright.

After that, I moved back through the Saloon, saw the new sheriff, Lasagna Cat, coming downstairs, and someone dressed as... What the devil is a "Wonder of U"?

Marshall
Met up with Partitio right quick, and everythin' he described's what happened from there. Gave him an earnest embrace, and before I went off to duel, I offered him my prosecutor's badge. Told him to keep his head held high. There's somethin' brotherly about him - reminds me of the brother I left back home. Shucks, maybe I will miss livin' just a little...

Anyway, he followed me until I found my mark.

Marshall
I must be honest with ya', Mr. Deathborn. Yer form's more than poor. No wonder yer schemes rely on trickery and secret societies. Meeting a man one-on-one? Ya've got nothin' to face him with. I almost pity ya'.

Two shots took him down easy. When he fell, I stepped over him, knelt down close, looked him directly in the eyes. Told him I appreciated his attempt at a fair duel, but the fight between us, it was never fair to start with. All the way back at the prosecutor's office, his deception draggin' me into this game... I could never respect a man so willin' to play dirty. I straightened up, spat on him, and continued on my merry way.

Marshall
Next was the dinner date, which y'all've already heard about too. Appreciate yer willingness to host me, Miss Akira. Think ya' should probably try your hand with someone a little closer to your livin' status, though. Maybe yer... height status, as well. Also maybe not someone ya' personally murdered? Haven't been romantic in a while, but that's the best advice I can offer ya'.

Still, can't make a fella feel more welcome than with one last meal. Once that was wrapped up, I returned back to my dorm for a final bit of mortal rest.

Marshall
Thanks for yer hospitalities, everyone. If ya' really need anythin' else from me, give a holler. For now... I think I'm gonna watch the sunset. The sun'll be crestin' under those hills soon, and I'm due for a calm evenin', I reckon. Feel free to join me, when the air stills. I'll always welcome company.

Can I... uh... take a look at the head? F-for... autopsy purposes...

Check the train platform, passenger lounge, post office, telegraph office, locomotive, station storage, railworkers quarters. Heads, blood, body parts.

Walk the entire length of train tracks doing the same.

Grab a shovel from the graveyard and dig under the train platform for the secret red basement that has 27 more rooms to check.

You check all of these. Telegraph Office is locked. You already found Jessica's head, and there's nothing else.

You dig, and you do find the metal roof that indicates there's a Red Basement. Too bad it's impervious to all methods of above-ground entrance.

Can I... uh... take a look at the head? F-for... autopsy purposes...

You inspect your head. There is a massive blunt force injury to your forehead.

By putting your head back together with the rest of your body, you can verify the decapitation was not the cause of death, and the blunt force injury was.

What sort of blunt force? Huge object or something a bit thinner?

What sort of blunt force? Huge object or something a bit thinner?

Looks like some sort of big object.

Is it... chair shaped...?

Does my bruise resemble the frozen horse head hit we tested earlier?

Is it... chair shaped...?

Does my bruise resemble the frozen horse head hit we tested earlier?

The bruise does not match a chair.

It does, however, match being hit with a frozen horse head mask full of ice.

Can I examine the note I was given that told me to jump into the water tower? Does it look ordinary? What kind of paper/ink was used to write it, if any?

Howdy, folks. Sheriff Garfield here. What a mighty fine day to mourn my two good friends Jessica and Honoka. Truly, a shame that they met such a sticky yet predictable end, behind the wheel of a bulldozer and a "dead man's" hand. I don't want to call it "tempting fate", but...

Anyhow, what you've heard is true. I did try to trick the group of prisoners into eating a rotten lasagna which had just come into my possession, but unfortunately was tricked by Zalsarona.

I then made my way into the army post with Bud and Lynne. Using a shovel I'd grabbed from the store, I dug a big hole and buried Not Shane's entire inventory - barring the gun and holster, plus that bulletproof vest he took just before he was ganked. I'm the new Sheriff and I'm not taking those risks.

While digging I spot Bud towards the north, heading east, and Cousin McJango drives past towards the west in his Drill Tank. Great guy!

Afterwards, I went up to the restaurant and gathered all the supplies I needed for my pet project... I had before experimented with the idea of a living pasta product... an "Ultimate Lasagna" of sorts. But the last one was too big. So I aimed smaller. To help me, I enlisted the help of Mr. Hollywood Bowl, who was chatting with Pohatu.

I spoke to him and he agreed to help me out, maybe out of duty to my predecessor, so we headed off east, passing Lynne. I let Bowl go ahead of me for a few seconds... I had my sights set on Pohatu as an easy target, and thought this would have been a good opportunity to pop him off from afar - but Ranger had been lurking shortly before, Kroos was around, and so was that flying horse, so it seemed too risky. Man, I don't remember the wild west being this weird.

I make my way down to meet Bowl in the Crimson Eye Lab and we get to work on my masterpiece....... the Ultimate Lasagna Mk. II.



He's smaller than the original but sharper. There's not a disgraced TV chef in the world who could take him down.

Once we're done, we go our separate ways. Bowl heads off elsewhere while I go off to get a horse from the Farrier, telling the lasagna to hide elsewhere. I try for a while but none of the horses seem intent on bonding with me, so my original plan of riding a horse and wranglin' the giant lasagna like a proper cowboy is unfortunately put on hold. At some point an explosion goes off, and a guy in a sack enters briefly while I'm doing this.

I eventually give up on the horses, grab some rope, and decide to wrangle the lasagna on foot. I give chase for a bit before eventually managing to stop the thing at the Plot, and I pose with it. I think I put it back in its... cage(?).

I celebrate my victory with a trip to the Saloon. Here I spot Roland and Evangeline at one table, Ace Ventura alone at another, Hollywood Bowl, Lynne, and Pohatu sitting together. I grab a big mug of joe and hang out for a while - Ace leaves first, then Roland. Then Akira, Neil, Cascabela, and Partitio all come down from upstairs, and Evangeline and Bowl follow shortly after. I head upstairs as Pohatu leaves . Probably not a prime opportunity to kill him here either, given that a bunch of people just saw us hanging out. I don't have anything specific against the guy, but I hear he's good friends with Not Shane - what a dweeb.

I head up to the hotel noting that Bud is already asleep, and - yes - all of the bedsheets are intact. Odd.

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Can I examine the note I was given that told me to jump into the water tower? Does it look ordinary? What kind of paper/ink was used to write it, if any?

It looks... generated. For lack of a better word. You think it may have just manifested into existence.

Looks like you could fit it into either one, yes.

Alright, he's finally come around. About time, but... I'll take it.

Check The Noise's room thoroughly, including under his bed and anywhere around the tunnel. Bedside table too, to be safe.

Also, is his bedsheet missing? What state is it in?

Check The Noise's room thoroughly, including under his bed and anywhere around the tunnel. Bedside table too, to be safe.

Also, is his bedsheet missing? What state is it in?[/color]

You check his room very carefully. His bed is all beat to shit, carved up like mad. The 1873 is still there as well.

What's new is that a bloody kitchen knife is tucked into a carved open hole in his mattress.