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General Category => Roleplaying => Topic started by: LtSterling on December 20, 2005, 05:54:39 pm
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It is the age of the Wild West.
The only trusted partners most people have are their revolvers. There is no such thing as crime as there are no such thing as laws in this land. Bandits, Robbers, and Rogues run this land taking what they want and moving freely. But Thier are some who would dare to bring civility and order to this rugged land.
Enter the small town of Ordinace, the first established settlement where people co-exist in peace. They hope to one day tame this wild land, but for now they only hope to survive until tommorow. They idea of law does not appeal to many of the desert bandits and so the town is constantly under attack. But a plan was hatched by the townsfolk, to turn the robbers against one another. How? A $20,000 bounty on two of the most dangerous of the rogues.
Jack Cougar, and another known only as "Shotgun Grim" tear apart west wherever they go. Bank robberies, cattle rustling, train robberies...the list goes on and at some point people stopped keeping count so there is no list of just how far their misdeeds go. They are the most feared of the feared, men run from them, but the smart ones kill themselves before they can get to him.
Chapter 1: Salutations at the Saloon
BAAAANGG~
A gunshot echos in the streets and suddenly a quiet thud is heard as a man drops dead in the dirt. A small crowd had been gathered around to see the shootout between the two rogues who had an arguement in the bar earlier. A few other rogues begin to loot the deadman's body, taking his guns and anything else of value, as the winner of the shootout heads into the saloon. The sound of laughter, music, and all around rowdiness emits from it with little regard to what had happened outside a moment ago. Everyone else disperses going back to their daily routine.
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As the gunshot rang through the town, Michael walked down hte main street, wondering if there was anybody there that hadn't heard about his reputation. As his eyes wandered around, he noticed a saloon. The sign was hanging from a post sticking out of the building, with the name "The Fiery Lion" written on it, and a picture of a burning lion on it. Michael took a deap sigh, and walked into the saloon, hoping his luck would finally change.
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As the crowd clears, William approaches the corpse, which has already caught the eye of a few king vultures circling overhead. Having never spent a lot of time in a town, and therefore having never experienced the behaviours of city-dwellers, William is surprised that nobody is around to take care of the body. Noticing an empty whiskey casket on the side of the road, he takes the time to lift the body into it. Placing his hat carefully on his head, he enters the saloon.
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As O'Conner sits there drinking a mug of whisky, he notices a corpse on a whiskey casket. Not surprised that this happened, he continues drinking from his mug. He also noticed two new-comers in the saloon. He hopes they have better luck then the guy outside. He then finishs his mug, and orders another mug to pass the time since bussines was going slowly.
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"Okay, we've learned two things from that last little encounter," Jonas said while sitting around a poker table in the smoke filled saloon. The saloon itself wasn’t too crowded.
"Number one; if you leave the table for a gunfight you forfeit your hand, and possibly some of your chips. And number two;" Jonas says as laying down a winning hand, "I'm damn good at poker. Who’s dealing next?”
“Shit!” said a man that threw his cards to the table in frustration. “God damn it Jonas, that’s the fourth straight hand you’ve won. I think ya might be cheating,” said the man as he began to shuffle the deck.
“Come on now, I don’t believe in cheating on poker…I only believe in cheating on woman,” Jonas replied which triggered laughter from all around the table.
“But since I don’t like no one disliking me, I think I’ll sit out the next hand and buy ya’ll a drink,” Jonas said as he picked up his cards and looked at the other players. Jonas could already tell their hands by the look in their eyes and the way they moved around. Jonas won the pot again. Two folded right away since they didn’t want to try to bluff, another tried and failed, and one man had a good hand, but because of the way Jonas held himself and raise the man folded out of panic.
“You fellas all forgot the second thing we learned,” Jonas said as he took all his chips and left the table to get the men their drinks.
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O'Conner looks around, tipsy but not slurring his words. "Get me another mug of whiskey barkeep." Noticing the barkeep wasent listening, he grew annoyed. "Hey barkeep! Get me another mug damnit!." The barkeep flipped him off, he returned the jesture. "Fuck it. I need another client anyway." He then tried walking out but tripped. He was more drunk then he realized.
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The Gunstar Hero.
I finally made it the the grand town of Ordinace. I figgered I would check out the sights, and by sights I meant tavern. No sooner then I walked in the doors did a man fall on his face at my feet. "Erm... I think there has been a mistake because the Gunstar Hero isn't into fellers. I would really rather have a fine woman as a welcoming gift." This is where I leaned down to the man and said "Sorry guy, I just ain't into dudes."
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Earnest was barely done saying "STAY OUT YOU DRUNK" to O' Connor, when he noticed The Gunstar Hero in his bar. "Don't mind him, hes just stupid. So, what do you want, Whiskey. Ale, we got that new fancy 'WHINE' those italian were talking about." He did his best to be calm, but in his head, he was far from calm. Dead bodys, new people, dumbasses gett drunk and falling on clients. He'd just had bout enough of this town, but when he ducked down to get a glass there was a bang so loud, he knew it was in his bar. Instead of coming up with the glass, he came up with a shotgun, ready to shoot the varmin who did such things in his establishment.
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Unused to the atmosphere of the bar, William seats himself at the counter.
"Got any port?" he asks with a notably thick British accent.
The bartender remains silent, but steps aside and gestures to a casket of Abernathy behind him.
"Yeah, i'll have a pint of that," William says, turning around upon hearing a drunk man lumber out the door. The next thing he knew, there was the sound of a rifle being discharged. The bartender calmly leveled a shotgun at a man standing across the room.
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Michael sighed as he walked up the the bar, completely ignoring the world around him. He sat down, only just noticing the shotgun in the Bartender's hands. "Hey man, why're you pointing a shotgun? Those things are dangerous, you know," said Michael, "anywho, gimme a shot o' whiskey, I'll be needing it."
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After falling flat on his face and being called gay and almost getting his head blown off by an angry barkeep, O'Conner gets to his feet. After checking to see if he was okay he sits on a chair where the poker game is at. "Don't mind me, i'm just watching. And don't mind the barkeep, he's just mad cause I didn't kill his mother in law." The barkeep then shouts, "That and you haven't paid your tap yet ya bum!" At hearing this he replies, "Hey, I said when I get that 50 bucks i'll pay it. Names O'Conner, killer for hire. Nice to meet ya." He holds out his hand to shake.
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The Gunstar Hero.
"Well, I appreciate the offer of hand-shakin' but no thanks. BUT, I am the GUNSTAR HERO~!!" I made a grand pose then quickly went to the bar and ordered something wet.
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The pub quickly returns to normal. The bartender returns with William's pint, upon which he plops down two nickles to pay for it. At first, William thinks he won't see any old acquaintances, but, turning to his left, he sees a familiar bandana-covered face.
"That can only be you under that hat, Michael," he says, tapping the mercenary lightly on the shoulder with the end of his mug.
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As Michael turned towards the mug, he saw the beaming face of William, instantly jumping out of his depression at the sight of the old friend. "William! Where've you been? I haven't seen you since that thing we pulled down in Blakesville!" exclaimed Michael, "Times have been tough though. Think you could spare an old friend a dime for a pint?"
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As he watches the poker game, and Jonas winning for the 13th time in a row he asks, "So anyone need anyone killed, mother in law, ex-wife, annoying family member, or anyone thats basically got on your nerves? I am a killer fer hire ya know."
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"Well..." William says, fishing through his coin pouch, "This is my last 10 cents, but I'm not about to keep it from ya." he says, placing the metal disc on the counter in front of Michael. "As for me, I've been up north in the Paramounts, mapping the valleys around there and tracking the wildlife. I came here when the snow started falling. But how've you been?"
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"Time've been tough around here. The army's not looking for hired help to deal with them injuns anymore, and ever since I got framed for killing my last client, the bodyguarding business has been dead for me." Says Michael. Suddenly, Michael elbows William in the side. "Well, if it isn't the Gunstar Hero. Wonder what he's doing 'round these parts" Michael said as he directed William towards Gunstar.
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The Gunstar Hero.
If you could see him better you would clearly see his ears prick up at the mention of his name. "Yes yes, It is I, The Famous Gunstar Hero, no autographs please." he stated making a bit of a spectacle of himself. "What can I do ya fo-... where do I know you from?"
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"Even I know where yer from, people have to keep information 'round these parts. Oh speaking of which how ya been doing William, I was going to ask but..... well I was "incapasitated" by the 5 mugs of whisky I drank." When he finishes everyone looks at him strangly. "What, you never seen a person trying to be social?"
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As William turns around to see who Michael was pointing at, he sees a person that he wishes he hadn't. "Oh, shit." he thinks to himself as The Gunstar Hero approaches. Luckily, the famous bounty hunter doesn't recognize him. "I must've sold you a map one time or another." William replies nonchalantly.
The drunken man from before stands up and starts speaking, upon which one of the gamblers sitting next to him places a hand on the man's shoulder and says, "O'Connor, you'd better curb that binge of yours; the sun hasn't even set yet and you already owe the barkeep a half dollar."
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Michael chuckled at the ego of the Booster Gold-like hero. "Oh, it's just you Gunstar. It's me, The Buzzard. You know, that merc you worked with a few years ago?" said Michael.
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"And Im O'Conner, The Shadow. Hey Earnest, im feeling social like. Round of whisky on me. I'll pay the tab later."
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Earnest still had that gun up, but it took him a minute to realise that there was probably no gunshot, so he put it down, and sat down on the floor. "God. I might just shut down buisness to get me the hell out of here. It's not like it will make a diffrence. " He knew he couldnt do it peacefully, so this shotgun to the roof will do as a distraction. Boom. "GET OUT, ALL YA"
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The bartender began to jostle everyone out of the saloon. William was soon standing out on the dried-up mud, along with a few other people. He took out a long cigarro, lit it, and began to smoke it carefully.
"So," he said after a few seconds, "Who's the unlucky fellow this season? Three killers in one town can only mean someone's got a price on his head."
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"I don't know, I will say this though: that guy on the barrel over there looks like someone I worked with a few years back. Spare a smoke?
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“You god damned bastards,” Jonas said as approaching the group. “I was starting to work the locals for info on the bounties then you all had to go and get everyone kicked out. And then we have the moron over here announcing he’s a hired killer to god knows who. You better watch your back because both bounties probably had men in there and Cougar and Grim probably don’t want to be killed or captured so they might go after you. Since all of us are here for the same thing I suggest we go somewhere out of the way and discuss a plan of action.”
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Upon Jonas's arrival, William laughed gravely, smoke encircling his head like a garland. "A friend of a friend of mine once said to never trust a drunkard." he said. "Anyways, if you're looking for a place to hide, the distillery around the way there has been abandoned since they built the new one next to the ranching office."
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Character: "Who." (Played by Jackie Chan)
Cutting to the inside of a window display across from the bar, the arguments and general grumbles of rough and tumble cowmen that have just been denied their routine hangout are heard muffled through the wall. Footsteps rush to the window. A hand wipes away only a few days worth build up of dirt and red dust, though it would seem like month's worth.
Looking through the unrefined, naturally impure and hard to see through glass, he sees the croud piling out all at once from the bar across the street. The shopkeep rushes to a pile of trash and metals in the corner, hastily burying his hands and head into it, he begins to slowly pull and ease something out of it. Miscellanious items slide down the pile and make noise like pots and pans.
Meanwhile, outside, the men are already beginning to disperse, when from across the street the door of the shop bursts open, and an oriental man wheels a brass cart the size of a long peanut stand backwards out of the shop, barely able to fit it through. Be bumbles to get it set longways in front of the shop. The man wears a black bowl derby hat, white striped shirt with black bowtie, black pants and suspenders.
Still moving frantically, he turns the crank as fast as he can, which slowly opens the top of the cart revealing a set of piano keys and brass whistles like you'd see on trains. Setting up the last details the machine begins turning it's gears and begins playing the tune of "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious."
For best effect, listen along with the song. http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/midi/supercal.mid
As if this was not odd enough, this man begins to sing.
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
SuperPricingCheckaListingExtraValuelicious!
After a hardtack saddle bag or book that is fictitious?
Pistol is whipped out and you got no cent to your name.
If it fits on a shelf then ta me it's all the same!
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Back when I was a fool and young I had a little dream.
I'd own a little shop that was more than it would seem.
This place would have a name unlike any one before.
I can explain how it's said but not what it stands for
Oh, SuperPricingCheckaListingExtraValuelicious!
You may think a place like this does not deserve such a name.
I assure you unfair business is far from my aim.
SuperPricingCheckaListingExtra-DEADBODY!!
Tripping over the wine cask in his showmanship, the music machine, as if on cue ends it's 32 year
life span at that very moment in the most exuberant way possible. A pressure build up of steam
shoots a bolt across the croud comically taking out a random standerby. The machine falls apart
then and there.
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The Gunstar Hero.
After blanking out for the last few minutes he finally came to, "Oh yes, ok I'm here!" he exclaimed to bewildering looks from the others. "Oh, I blacked out, it happens from time to time. But anyhoo the fellers I'm after are Shotgun Grim and Jack Cougar. Got like, a 10k bounty on their heads and I aims to collect."
He turned to Willy, "Don't worry I won't cash in on ya since there are bigger fish to fry."
He turned to Buzzard, "I remember you, you still owe me that dollar for pluggin that injun from so far away."
He turned to O'Conner, "I suggest you follow what the feller says and go more low-key, ya filthy drunkard."
He turned back to Will McWillson and said "Yeah ok, that's fine."
Then some random passer-by got capped by a stray bolt and Gunstar just cracked up to the extreme.
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"Oh yeah," said Michael, "I totally forgot about that. I'll pay you when I gots the money. Now, I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go investigate that explosion." said Michael as he turned just in time to see the bolt flying towards his head.
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"Well looks like we got company,, good i've been looking for a fight" At that he pulls out his Boomstick and gets ready for a fight
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The Gunstar Hero.
Acting purely on instinct I whapped O'Conner in the back of the head. "He's a street vender doofka."
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"Good God, what kind of idiot would sell you a gun?" William shouts harshly back at O'Connor as he helps Michael to his feet. Examining the ever-increasing lump on Micheal's forehead, he props the unconscious man against the wall of the saloon with a hurried "Ah, you'll be fine" as he walks back across the street towards Who. "You alright, sir?" he asks of the oriental man, offering a hand to help him regain his footing on the dusty ground.
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As Michael came to, he entered a world of pain. "Jesus fucking Christ, my head feels like it's about to explode!" cursed Michael. He felt his head where the bolt had struck finding a large bump. Then he realized his hat was gone. As he scrambled around on the ground looking for his hat, he found himself at the feet of O'Conner. He quickly put on his hat before standing up and noticing the shotgun in O'Conner's hands. He firmly put his hand on O'Conner's shoulder. "Rule number one about being an assassin, O'Conner. Never walk around with a gun in your hand. It only scares away customers." said Michael. He then walked over to where Who and William were, dusting off his coat along the way. "Hey Will, how long was I out for?" Michael asked as he reached the store.
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"Oh, not too long," William replied, looking back at Michael and then back at the crowd of people still standing around waiting for stuff to happen.
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/me is now a pile of bones or something from having not moved for five weeks
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/me goes into a 3 month coma because of boredum because everyones been standing near that Chinese fella for a LONGGGG time
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/me becomes the Highlander, stands by mr. chinkums FOR-EVAR