Wild Cards

There are whispers. Half truths and tall tales. To be honest no man knows where the Cards came from. No mortal man, kennit? All that is agreed upon is one day they started to appeared, and the world changed.

To hear it told, there are only fifty four true Guns in the world. Guns with a capitol G. Sure you can find the odd shooting iron, crafted by some smith of supreme skill. Maybe even purchase a geniune Smythe, not the mass produced crap, but one the old man made himself. More common a slugthrower, those bastard children of true inspiration that many a would be 'slinger claims is a weapon true. The real deal, blessed steel, the dead men's guns, they are the only ones worthy of being called true Guns. They are the Cards, and they are the weapons of the Gunslingers. To wield a Card is to be blessed and cursed. To carry one is to be a God on Earth, and a demon of the cruelest nature. The stories hint that those who carry the Cards don't truly wield them, but are instead used by them. There are tales of Gunslingers, who with their last breath thank their murderers for freeing them from the curse in one breath, and bemoan their damned souls in the next.