<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Welcome to Oasis</span></strong></span><br/>(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/oasis01.jpg)</div><br/>From afar, onlookers may overlook what would seem like a mirage in the desert. The town built on the plateaus and in crevices of a rocky hill, and the one with a steady stream of coaches and men on horseback, is none other than Oasis. Found close to the border of the foreign country down south, Oasis is the last stop in the country before gentlemen and outlaws alike cross the river into Bandito country. Like an oasis, the town supplies the locals and passing folk with needed fluids to moisten parched mouths and burn throats. The town also has a church, for those seeking salvation from their lives. From desert food to leather garments to guns and never-ending supply of bullets, Oasis is the place for the lawmen and criminals, but they first have to get past the Marshal, who makes the town of Oasis his home. The Sheriff's Office sits next to the general store, its front door able to see the towering walls surrounding the saloon as well as the path that leads down away from Oasis. A Wells Fargo bank sat across from the Sheriff's Office, next to the church.<br/><br/>Sitting at the peak of the rocky hill the town is built upon is the Saguaro Saloon, aptly named after the tall cacti strewn about the desert landscape around the town. The semi-fortified mansion used to be the home of a man who ran for the West with two women tagging along behind him. Now it belongs to Guinevera Starr, the self-claimed Madame of the Saguaro Saloon. Most of the town's business and activity center in and around the watering hole, which doubles as a gambling station and pleasure center catering to all gentlemen and not-so-gentle-men. It was the Saguaro Saloon that turned Oasis from a humble trading post to a need-to-see place in the West.<br/><br/><hr/>Before the arrival of Madame Guinevera Starr and before it flourished into a hot-spot of pleasure and supplies for the journey away from its comforts, Oasis was a humble young trading post near the border of Mexico. Before its success as a need-to-see attraction, Oasis had the basic amenities of a town. A butchery, that both sold and cooked meat for customers that came in, and a gun shop was what Oasis had to offer. The land around the town was dangerous, and was a place safe for outlaws and the wild nature alike. With the flourishing happening after a rebuilding from the outlaw attacks in the past, Oasis added several more to its lineup of vendors. A market, selling foodstuffs and products from nearby ranches was built near the outskirts of the city. An infirmary, stocking the latest of medicine and ailments for the sick and hurt, was established nearby. Near the walls of the Saguaro Saloon, a church was built with the purpose of bringing salvation to those that needed asylum from their past and current troubles. Much of the rest of Oasis were the homes of the original workers who built and renovated the Saguaro Saloon.