Is it always this quiet in here?

Mt_Goat

A different kind of stranger in a dark duster and a wide brimed hat rides into town on a mythical beast whose horns are almost as big as his own. He ties his trusty beast ouside the bar and wonders why it's so quiet and he hasn't seen a single soul, only a couple of chickens and a muttly dog. As he strolls into the saloon he sees that everyone is dead. He walks up to the bar and reaches over it to pull a bottle and pours himself a drink, slams it down his dusty throat and follows with another. As he leaves he says, "They're all dead. Wonder what happened? Poor bastards." He gets back on his beast and slowly heads west out of town into the sunset.