M8: It's Nothing Personal, Just Business

     The Cowboy was spat out in the outskirts of the city of Tenochtitlan, and was immediately confronted by two soldiers. They cried some sort of war cry and charged him. He had little time to draw, but managed and fired off two warning shots, knowing that they would most likely flee. Instead they bowed down and began whimpering. The Cowboy, confused, asked them what they were doing. They said that he was the god of thunder, and that they were praying to him. The Cowboy told them to take him to the military barracks.
     The commoners took him to the barracks, where The Cowboy met with the general. He was informed that the Aztecs were having problems with expansion. The Cowboy decided to help.
    

     They marched through the forest, advancing on the city. The city-state had not responded within the allotted sixty days. So here they were, about to demolish an army. The Cowboy charged ahead on his cougar, firing his pistols.
     The Cowboy killed many of the apposing side, and when he realized that they were running, he stopped firing. Looking around, he saw that he had killed about three hundred. The rest of his comrades were staring at him in shear terror and respect. They had done it. They had taken the city.
     The Aztec leader sacrificed three thousand people in honor of the cowboy. The Cowboy was now considered a god, and was welcome back anytime.