[Western Crossover] Distillery Simulator

1.

Welcome to the Distillery Simulator, [Player 001].

Some banners have boosted drop rates.

Would you like to do a ten-pull?

"I'll just pull for Scotch Whisky," the player muttered to himself. "Scotch Whisky is the best drink there is!"

The jingly sound of the draw was accompanied by the golden glow of an SSR...

Holy crap, did I get it on the first try?

What European luck, man!

So...

so good...

[Congratulations, you obtained Gin x1]

WTF.

I got an off-banner pull! Aaaaaah!

2.

In another world, in a corner unknown to the player, an organization named after alcoholic drinks was born.

Uniform black clothing, a ruthless style, and strange, mysterious drugs.

All the clues came together into a gigantic raven-shaped shadow, swallowing the names of those who lurked in the dark.

Gotham City, the Wayne Grand Hotel, at a birthday party for a celebrity kid...

"Who are you people, really?"

Haze and darkness mingled together, casting a raven-shaped shadow in the moonlight.

In the shadow, the tall, handsome man stood almost nose to nose with the pretty, slender woman. In the night, their blue eyes held only each other's reflections.

Their lips were so close that all it would take was a turn of the head to kiss the person before them.

In the stillness, it seemed that only their heartbeats were speaking.

Bruce, with an ulterior motive, leaned in slightly, intending to kiss the captivating blonde.

But her slender fingers stopped him.

"We can be both of God and the devil. Since we are trying to raise the dead against the stream of time."

(We are both God and the Devil, because we're going to reverse the flow of time and bring the dead back to life.)

A gunshot rang out, and the lights on the cruise ship went dark in an instant.

The storm outside, with its wind and lightning, illuminated the face of the person before them.

A silver-haired man stood beside Chris, an old Beretta aimed steadily at the center of Bruce's forehead.

"We are crows."

Welcome to the Black Organization Simulator,

[Player 001].

Theme: In free America, there's a shooting every day