Lego western short film animation
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (South West - Texas)Transcript
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So I sit here waiting, my finger tracing the metal of my last bullet as death walks closer step by a relentless step. You might be wondering why I only have one bullet. Hes just one man. One bullet is all it takes. You see, the townspeople, they look up to me. They think I'm some sort of hero, but in all honesty, I'm no better than the man pursuing me. I no proper sheriff. Um, just a man. Unlike the previous sheriff, I don't have any particular love for the west. I hate this town even worse. I hate my job. I'm only here for one thing, the chance, the chance to kill that bastard. But laugh has a funny way of changing your course. The day I stumbled upon that dusty old town, I couldn't have known what awaited me. It started as a simple disagreement, a dispute that should have ended with a brawl or maybe a gunshot. Instead, it became something far more sinister. That's when I learn the truth about the curse of this place. Every time death comes for me a da. But then something strange happens, I wake up reborn in my bed. And its like nothing ever happened. The townsfolk, they forget, they forget the terror, the blood, the endless cycle of death and rebirth that I endure. They don't believe me when I try and warn them to make them understand that we're all trapped in this nightmarish loop. Or maybe it's just me. It's been countless lifetimes now and Ive tried everything to break free. I've tried to leave the town to confront my pursuer head on to find some way to end this cycle. But every time death comes from me and the town resets its as if the world itself conspires to keep me in this torment. And now is I sit here with my single bullet. I know that the only way to end this is to kill death itself to end him in his place and pass on this cursed existence just as it was cursed on to me. The cycle repeats and I can only hope that one day I will break free from it just as I yearn to do. But until then, ah, sit here waiting for death knowing that hes always just a step behind and the town will forget it all again, just like it always does.