Howdy pardner! Mosey on over to Thunder Junction, a plane filled with prickly plantfolk and all the fun of the wild, wild west. Mount up and go for a ride, but be warned - outlaws are on a crime spree here, and they're cooking up a heist! Will you join them, or foil their plot? 
 
You'll rustle up a crew in no time with your charm and the rousing aromas of bristly cactus, worn saddle leather, sun-bleached Tinybones, an ominous storm on the horizon, a beer stained saloon, chewing tobacco, a dance of tumbleweeds, and a trace of gunpowder on the wind. 
 
"I'm ashamed of what I did. I'd do it again, and I'd be ashamed of it again. But this is Thunder Junction—people are different here. They're here to invent themselves."
 
 
NOTES: CACTUS BLOSSOM, BONE ACCORD, SAGE, LEATHER, GUNPOWDER, STOUT BEER ACCORD, THUNDERSTORM ACCORD, PATCHOULI, TOBACCO, SEA SALT 

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