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AS THE GUESTS WALKED THROUGH TOWN...
A bell rung at the top of the church as the day began. Homesteaders and hoopleheads wandered the streets, bustling from shop to shop to collect produce, gamble, and waste away the day. Some miners hopped on their horses and began the morning's ride to the mines as nuns crossed their way to the schoolhouse where kids were already running into. The town was truly alive.
Down the road some way, the owner of the printing press stood on his balcony, shouting out the day's headlines to attract buyers to his newspaper. "April 14, 1865! President Abraham Lincoln shot in the head by the coward Booth mere days after Confederate forces surrendered at Appomattox! Read the shocking tale in the Sweetwater Chronicle!" Dozens rushed forward to grab a copy and learn the fate of the president. The hustle and bustle of the town seemed to halt at the news, but returned to normalcy quickly.
LUCKY set a gun down beside someone, whispering in their ear. The recipient smiled, grabbed the gun, and quickly walked away.
The drunkard still lay by the troth, dripping with muddy water and filth. YSABELLE stooped beside him and asked, "Are you okay, sir?"
The drunkard looked up and immediately dozed off into unconsciousness. YSABELLE snapped her fingers at two burly men. "Please take this man to a sick bed. Let him rest off the drink."
JAMES set a gun down beside someone, whispering in their ear. The recipient smiled, grabbed the gun, and quickly walked away.
Inside his shop, THE SMITHY set a gun down on the counter of his shop. "This'ns a real beaut, but use it wisely my friend. It'll only last this one day." A perfumed smell greeted his nose - one of high position, and he smiled at the recipient, who grinned and slid the gun off the counter - tucking it into his waistband and jaunting out of the blacksmith's shop.
Back outside, a crowd gathered as JUDGE CYNE pointed a finger at Salzorrah and screamed out, "Lynch this heathen! He stands accused of burning our beloved brothel down and working with the savages!" The crowd around Salzorrah gasped and shouted in anger, grabbing hold of her and wrapping a noose around her neck to prepare for her lynching.
The crowd's attention was distracted momentarily however as the water well suddenly erupted into flames. They could do little but watch it burn, as the river was simply too far away to collect water to put it out with. Their clean water would be covered in soot and debris for some time because of this. Nobody saw the culprit, but a figure with a matchbook could be seen ducking back into a shop as the crowd was distracted.
THE DRUNK sat down beside a man in the casino. "Drink with me, ya son of a *****, or else I'll duel y'er ass back to Montana." RUSSEL grinned at the intoxicated man and said, "I play games, but not with my life. Have some whiskey on me, friend, and let's drink the day away!"
THE CLOCKMAKER heard the commotion and replaced the glass cover on his clock, winding it up to 2. He turned around and sat behind his counter, raising a glass with his friend JOULES BURN. "Let's get nice and wasted, ol' friend!"
GEORGE CLOONEY riffled through papers in the desk, looking for any clues he could find, when he heard a door creak open behind him. JOULES BURN stumbled in, clearly having drank recently, and looked up at him. "Who th' **** 'er you?" GEORGE dashed from the office and out into the streets before the intoxicated man could stop him. As he had brushed past him, he smelled smoke on his coat. Had there been some type of fire? thought CLOONEY.
Amidst the clamor of the fire, THE SALESMAN stepped onto his cart and shouted to the crowd, "Ladies! Gentlemen! Today I offer a rarity unlike anything you have seen before! Three liquids for sale, my friends! One which will bring positive effects to your life, one which will bring intoxication, and one which will bring curious results! Simply place an [OFFER] to get the auction underway! And select the potion you desire when placing your offers!"
"But what are ya' lookin' for?" asked a woman in the crowd.
"My dear sweet lady, I take any offers given! Simply see what is most alluring to me and you may discover yourself in a world of wonderment!"
THE JAILER slammed the door of the cell shut loudly as YSABELLE SALVADOR fell to the floor. "You dreadful *****, sit your ass here 'til we figure out what to do with you. Lucky I caught you before you did anything terrible."
Down the road some way, the owner of the printing press stood on his balcony, shouting out the day's headlines to attract buyers to his newspaper. "April 14, 1865! President Abraham Lincoln shot in the head by the coward Booth mere days after Confederate forces surrendered at Appomattox! Read the shocking tale in the Sweetwater Chronicle!" Dozens rushed forward to grab a copy and learn the fate of the president. The hustle and bustle of the town seemed to halt at the news, but returned to normalcy quickly.
LUCKY set a gun down beside someone, whispering in their ear. The recipient smiled, grabbed the gun, and quickly walked away.
The drunkard still lay by the troth, dripping with muddy water and filth. YSABELLE stooped beside him and asked, "Are you okay, sir?"
The drunkard looked up and immediately dozed off into unconsciousness. YSABELLE snapped her fingers at two burly men. "Please take this man to a sick bed. Let him rest off the drink."
JAMES set a gun down beside someone, whispering in their ear. The recipient smiled, grabbed the gun, and quickly walked away.
Inside his shop, THE SMITHY set a gun down on the counter of his shop. "This'ns a real beaut, but use it wisely my friend. It'll only last this one day." A perfumed smell greeted his nose - one of high position, and he smiled at the recipient, who grinned and slid the gun off the counter - tucking it into his waistband and jaunting out of the blacksmith's shop.
Back outside, a crowd gathered as JUDGE CYNE pointed a finger at Salzorrah and screamed out, "Lynch this heathen! He stands accused of burning our beloved brothel down and working with the savages!" The crowd around Salzorrah gasped and shouted in anger, grabbing hold of her and wrapping a noose around her neck to prepare for her lynching.
The crowd's attention was distracted momentarily however as the water well suddenly erupted into flames. They could do little but watch it burn, as the river was simply too far away to collect water to put it out with. Their clean water would be covered in soot and debris for some time because of this. Nobody saw the culprit, but a figure with a matchbook could be seen ducking back into a shop as the crowd was distracted.
THE DRUNK sat down beside a man in the casino. "Drink with me, ya son of a *****, or else I'll duel y'er ass back to Montana." RUSSEL grinned at the intoxicated man and said, "I play games, but not with my life. Have some whiskey on me, friend, and let's drink the day away!"
THE CLOCKMAKER heard the commotion and replaced the glass cover on his clock, winding it up to 2. He turned around and sat behind his counter, raising a glass with his friend JOULES BURN. "Let's get nice and wasted, ol' friend!"
GEORGE CLOONEY riffled through papers in the desk, looking for any clues he could find, when he heard a door creak open behind him. JOULES BURN stumbled in, clearly having drank recently, and looked up at him. "Who th' **** 'er you?" GEORGE dashed from the office and out into the streets before the intoxicated man could stop him. As he had brushed past him, he smelled smoke on his coat. Had there been some type of fire? thought CLOONEY.
Amidst the clamor of the fire, THE SALESMAN stepped onto his cart and shouted to the crowd, "Ladies! Gentlemen! Today I offer a rarity unlike anything you have seen before! Three liquids for sale, my friends! One which will bring positive effects to your life, one which will bring intoxication, and one which will bring curious results! Simply place an [OFFER] to get the auction underway! And select the potion you desire when placing your offers!"
"But what are ya' lookin' for?" asked a woman in the crowd.
"My dear sweet lady, I take any offers given! Simply see what is most alluring to me and you may discover yourself in a world of wonderment!"
THE JAILER slammed the door of the cell shut loudly as YSABELLE SALVADOR fell to the floor. "You dreadful *****, sit your ass here 'til we figure out what to do with you. Lucky I caught you before you did anything terrible."
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Seems like Joules Burn lit the fire?
[Offer] A single knock knock joke for the drink of intoxication
[Offer] A single knock knock joke for the drink of intoxication
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[Offer ] sacrifice at mass to satan for the clouds that bring negativity.
My role is psycho like that so....
My role is psycho like that so....
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Perhaps you should state it first, so that person can determine if their gun is safe to use or not.
Otherwise you could be baiting to take credit for the true gone first. Not the most likely course, but not entirely improbable.
Anyways, I guess I'm still here.
And I guess Offer My Unsavory Lifestyle for the Curious Potion
One curious thing for another . . . I suppose.
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Nah, I forgot to send that bit cause originally Naku left the game. So it's my bad.
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Lol.
I just needed confirmation, is all.
Now, the question is
Who wants to get shot
I just needed confirmation, is all.
Now, the question is
Who wants to get shot
Yes I got the previous gun (I think - Klippy never actually told me but I'm pretty sure).
I just got a new one the past night as well and as you were occupied that probably means it's fake.
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I forgot that as well. (angel)
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DAY EVENT
TUMBLEWEEDS BLEW THROUGH THE SCENE...
As Abby and Johnny faced each other in the street. It seemed each had had their life offered up for sale and each now faced the consequence of that decision. Each had their hand on their hip, fingers wiggling above their revolvers.
They had to duel to the death.
Each had but one chance to strike. By sending me a PM with the choices of [DRAW FIRST] or [DRAW SECOND] as well as a number between 1 and 10, their fates would be sealed.
Act fast. In a duel, quick draw is often part of the game.
Also down one of the alleys, gimmepie's ass was getting a hughmungus spankin'.
They had to duel to the death.
Each had but one chance to strike. By sending me a PM with the choices of [DRAW FIRST] or [DRAW SECOND] as well as a number between 1 and 10, their fates would be sealed.
Act fast. In a duel, quick draw is often part of the game.
Also down one of the alleys, gimmepie's ass was getting a hughmungus spankin'.
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