Tonopah's Dead Men Walking

Far off into the scorched desert, lies the town of

Tonopah. This lonely little mining town has lost its backbone

to the bloodshed of the unforgiving mines. The shattered bodies

Lay to rest in a graveyard that has been swallowed by weeds in the

Backyard of an infested motel of soulless clowns. The spirits of the

Dead men walking, float to the haunted clown motel not wanting to

Be forgotten.

 

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