There has been roomers, tall tales most pony’s would say, that mysterious strangers would appear to help those in need. All nothing new, most ponies have heard about Mare-do-Well, or that trench-coat stallion, but lately something new has been going around, that off a headless pony. Like out of a nightmare, blue flames where the head should be, welding two revolvers, and each step it takes both sounds hollow, and leaves a trail of fog. Fortunately this monster seems to be on the side of the helpless, gunning down raiders and other mad ponies of the wastland, but never the innocent. Still those who have been saved by, and seen it, always says the same thing, that they felt that death it self had taken physical form to drag a soul down to tartars.