/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Once, I dreamt of Gensoko.

My feet were numb to the aches of the trail, and my scuffed boots dragged in the dust. My eyes lingered on the unending track before me, not the scenery. I'd lost interest in that long ago, and ever since I just... walked.

My eyes might have dulled, but my hearing had not. In the woods by the trailside I heard sly movement, furtive rustling.

My worn boots ground to a halt, and I stood, head bowed, waiting.

From the trees exploded something I can't begin to describe; something between a man and a toothed trapezoid, ugly as fuck and baying for my blood. The Colt leapt from the leather and spoke, six reports blending into one as my thumb worked the single-action hammer as naturally as snapping my fingers.

The thing had scarcely bumped my shins, struck and dead, when another sprang from behind. The second sixgun smashed into its side as I spun and drew, already in grabbing distance.

I don't remember much of the dream after that. More gunfire. Roars, snarls. I remember looking into the glowing eyes of a humanoid shadow, my empty revolvers discarded at its feet. The meager light danced on the blade of my bowie as I angled and finessed it, inviting the fucker to make his move, but he didn't look at it, just kept looking into my eyes, and that's when I knew this one was going to be tough.

It was only three weeks after I had that dream that I realized where it had taken place, and that it was in Gensokyo. Freaked me out good.

>>2055927

>But Americans have handguns at their waists

Typically in a drawer or box somewhere in your home, not carried at all times. Unless it's involved in your job, most public places are a no-weapons zone anyway.

>and shotguns in the trunks of their huge trucks

That's even rarer; shotguns are typically kept in a garage or on a rack, if kept at all.

We follow the way of the gunslinger, love.