gwebster2
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| 09 Jan 2016 08:37 PM |
You are the most notorious, dangerous, and feared outlaw this side of the Mississippi.
I think...not sure. Word doesn't spread very fast in the wild west.
You walk into town. There's a saloon, a post office, a sheriff's office, a general store, and a drunk guy in the street. I guess there's probably some other building's too, but the road is dirt and it's hot out here in the desert, so that's all your getting.
"huaaballla" the drunk guy says.
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| 10 Jan 2016 02:04 AM |
| I looked down at the drunk guy. I raised a eyebrow. I didn't know either to kill him or not. "What did you said?" I asked, my voice was raspy because I haven't drank something for a few days. I knew I wouldn't get an answer. My eyes scanned the drunk guy. |
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gwebster2
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| 11 Jan 2016 08:37 PM |
"SCOUNDREL!" The drunk man says.
"You think you can walk into my town and terrorize my citizens!? Leave the vicinity immediately, or be promptly and heroically thwarted!" He puts on a cool hat and squints at you. |
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| 12 Jan 2016 01:39 AM |
| I just laughed. I got out my gun, then I put bullets in it. I lifted the gun up to face the head of the man, then he shot 3 times in case he missed. |
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| 12 Jan 2016 01:40 AM |
| Miss the replace the him(s) with I. |
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gwebster2
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| 16 Jan 2016 09:52 AM |
| The drunk man dives backwards, pulling out duel revolvers from underneath his petty coat. He yells in slow motion as he fires one bullet out of each gun in your direction. |
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| 16 Jan 2016 10:56 AM |
| I swore out loud. I was outnumbered with bullets if I don't find my other gun soon. I finally found another gun. I lifted the other gun up. Just as I was about to shoot a bullet went flying past my hand. The bullet had went flying into the side of my hand. I yelled, I grabbed the guns in my hand, and shot at the guy. My hand started to get more sore. I looked down to find it was bleeding. |
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gwebster2
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| 16 Jan 2016 10:07 PM |
Your other gun was imaginary! You only have one revolver.
The drunk man does a barrel roll in a random direction. |
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| 17 Jan 2016 01:17 AM |
| I kept shooting the gun in my hand (real). I kept shooting at the drunk guy angrily. |
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gwebster2
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| 17 Jan 2016 10:23 PM |
| The bullets bury themselves into the dirt as the drunk man barrel rolls out of the way. The man stands up, putting his gun by his hip, fanning the lever firing several shots in your direction. |
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| 18 Jan 2016 10:52 AM |
| I skidded onto the ground I then crawled fastly to the drunk guy. I then grabbed onto his legs. I pulled the trigger so it would maybe hit his leg. |
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| 21 Jan 2016 09:12 PM |
He leaps into the air, does a backflip. The sun reflects off of his gun and golden tooth. His silhouette is majestic against the blazing sun.
He fires at you multiple times mid-air, as if he was suspended. Bullet holes begin to appear all around you. |
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| 22 Jan 2016 01:52 AM |
| I was focused. While the man was in mid air I shot at his body. |
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| 22 Jan 2016 05:17 PM |
He violently combusts.
The town you have entered is a quiet one. The streets seem to have been paved long ago but have since been covered with dust. No one seems to be outside because of the heat. |
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| 23 Jan 2016 12:02 PM |
| I looked around for a bar. I placed the gun on my waist. I put my hand over my head. |
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