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Started by LT Sandpaw, January 23, 2015, 04:06:02 PM

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Søren

OOC: Sage, Billy was still alive to give Sandpaw the message of our utter failure. He can't die with Ketchum.
BIC:
Sir, Sage forgot to mention that he WANTED TO TAKE BILLY's place as you main rival! I snuck tby his bedroll while he was asleep, because I knew something was wrong about that man. Sure enough, I accedentally startled him. He woke up, and said "WHAT? Ketchum, what are you doing here? I told you that we were gonna attack Sandpaw and the rest tommorow!" He slipped back to sleep. He must have mistaken me for this Ketchum dude. I told Del about it, and we decided to fund out who Ketchum was. We had never heard of him before. Del telegraphed a friend at the mayors office in Deadwood county, and the guy said that Thomas Ketchum was a vicious outlaw. He said his last reported location was near where we were! We went hunting for Ketchum that night, and found him in an arroyo, making camp. We said that we were "friends" of Sage, and that he wanted to let you know that he thought that the deal should be called off. Ketchum wasn't too happy about that. He was angry at the idea that he could have the wool pulled over his eyes by a "low-end, two bit stickler." He told us to keep an eye out for his betrayal. But we weren't going to act on that. But we did dispose of the food because of Sage tampering with it, but that was BEFORE we meet with Ketchum. We were going to lead Ketchum to Sage, and when the deed was done against Sage, we were gonna kill Ketchum. But Sage beat us to him. So that's how Sage got away from us two servents of yours, the GOOD servents, who tryed to do that right thing and make sure that you and your loot stayed safe. Unfortunately, events out of our control and caused by Sage lead to the thrift of your money. It wasn't Del and mines fault. We made sure to keep our noses clean. We never did anything to intentionally hurt you, sir.


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Hickory

You never did anything to Intentionally hurt you, sir. Awright, Billy didn't die. But I didn't care about Ketchum, anyway. Let me tell you, I never meant any harm to Soren or Del. Had they just let me do my bzuiness, we could've walked away unharmed. But no! With a littel outside help, I learned Ketchum was gonna backstab me! Again, using Soren and Del as bait, I planned to catch Ketchum. But, when I mistaked Soren for Ketchum, I attempted to get Ketchum not to attack then. Soren's untimely mistakenness cost me my master plan.

As for the main rival stuff. I only planned to take that place temporarily. When I deserted, I was to let Doc Holliday take my place. I was to become his right-hand. But little did he know I would kill him, leaving none as your rival!

Again, Soren and Del messed up thse plans.

Thrift of your money? Never! I was actually planning to take it back from Billy, another deed I "hired" ketchum for. But Soren didn't mention that when he talked to Ketchum, he told him to take the money from Bily. Soren and Ketchum were secretly planning to split it between themselves and eliminate you, Del and I. But me and Del were told by an eavesdropping sparrow Soren and Ketchum's plan, and we tried to stop them. Right del?
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Søren

Ain't you forgetting Sage that I had been linking Ketchum's base with dynamite. Me n' Del were gonna blow that place up to smithereens when split the money from Ketchum. We was gonna snag it all, and blow the place, but Sage slipped in and extinguished the fuse we set up for the dynamite! I don't know what he was doing there, but he was saving Ketchum. And Del weren't eavesdropping on me, he was keeping an eye on Sage. Or at least trying too.
And as for Holliday, we all know he was shot by that rovin' Marshal years ago. Ain't no way Sage was gonna have Holliday take his place, iffin' his dead. Sage has been backstabbin' the whole time.


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Hickory

Whoa whoa whoa, pardner, I only extunquished the fuse 'cuse I could tell the dynamite Soren and Del rigged had a short fuse, and would've blown up before they could get the money. After doing that, I planned to assist Soren with the heist of the money, empty a revolver in Ketchum's head, and git back home with Soren and Del! But no, Soren misinterrpreted my plans for success, becasue he secretly planned to impersonate The Sundance Kid and kill us all! When I attempted to kill the fuse, he yelled in my face, "What're you doing, pardner? Your supposed to be knocked out back at camp!"

Apparently, Del and Soren rigged a set of booby traps to when I woke up, I would be hung upside down by my ankles. Luckily I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, so I missed all the booby traps.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Søren

Alright Sage, just tell the truth for once. We didn't you tell him about how you NEVER check with us when you want to do stuff? You ain't a team player. Ya fly off the handle and do all sorts of crazy stuff on your own, almost hit us killed a couple of times. I'm surprised it took that long to get the money stolen from us.
Our dynamite had a perfectly long fuse, but I saw you cut it! You were trying to bury is and the money at the same time!
And I did inpersonate the Subdance kid, but I wasn't shooting at y'all. I was shooting at Ketchum's men back behind you two. They get scared if they see a high-profile killer chasing them, and I ain't no killer, not do I have a high profile. So I had to dress up like the Sundance kid to scare them off. They were chasing Sage for something, something he stole they said. And sir, we didn't steal anything. Here's what happened down there in the base.
Me and Del set up the TNT around the base, and had a plenty long fuse. I hanged into my Sundance kid clothes, and was going to draw the guards away from the base. When the guards were attacking me, Del was supposed to swoop in and snatch the money. But Sage cut out fuse and then put it out, blaming us for having it too short. By that time, the outlaws had called backup and there were guards everywhere. Maybe that's why Sagw thought I was shooting at him. But I was firing at all the guards around and behind him.

And of corse we set up booby traps for Sage. He's a traitor! He WAS talking to Billy the Kid and a whole buncha other outlaws all the time, conspiring against you. He's always trying to change the balence of power between the outlaws, choosing who's gonna be a rival to who and for how long. Me and Del couldn't trust him, for fear he would jepridise the mission. And that he did.


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LT Sandpaw


"Silence!" The sudden roar from Spattereye left the remaining gangsters trembling they looked on it amazement as Spattereye lifted the entire solid oak table and threw it across the room where it landed two of its legs snapping off hurdling like missiles making the terrified outlaws duck under their chairs. Grabbing the one called Sagetip by the throat the furious leader squeezed harder at every word.

"I said get the loot bring it back here, ya'll were in charge of getting the loot and bringing it back here and yet its not here and I no longer have any lively hood, and now neither do yew."

With these last words Spattereye threw the Sage's body from himself where it landed against the cage bars. turning to his last two gang members Spattereye gave them a large grin a crazy look had come into his eyes.

"Now listen we don't have a lot o' time an I want this done correctly for once. As ya'll might have noticed this town is empty all my men are dead or gone an the surrounding towns have risen up and a great load of the farmers are coming here now want my blood. Now I'm going to go down fighting, I don't run but I need my legacy to live on."

Spattereye suddenly struck out slapping the two grinning outlaws across the face. "Take those damn grins off yer foolish faces an listen to me. Remember Mary, well she had a son who's my grandson an he will be the next western legend. He goes by the name Johnny, an he will need to be informed o' my occupation."

"I never learned to write well, however you lot can, so ya'll will write me a note to send to him explaining who I am an who he is to become, ya'll understand? The good writer will take the message to Johnny an the lesser writer will stay here with me an die gloriously, so get too work I'm going to go set up."

Leaving the two with slips of paper and ink pens the famous outlaw snatched armfuls of firearms and bullets from the walls and marched out to go build barriers leavening the two to write.


OOC: So what your supposed to do is write a formal letter to Johnny about the glory of Spattereye and how he (Johnny) Is to be the next western legend. Make sure you type it up like a letter, and it will help if its witty or funny.
Good Luck ;)


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Hickory

OOC: Nooooooooo! (but I'll be back next round, meh heh heh heh heh...)
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Søren

#82
Johnny,
You don't know me, but your mother Mary did. I am the western legend known as Spattereye. I am also your grandfather. Sorry to  all of the sudden spring that on you.
Now, your mother probably nevertheless you about me, so I want to say it to you personally. I've lived a long life. I've fought Indians, those kind from Indiana that I hate, I've fought Indians, the kind that wear dead animals for clothes. I've rustled millions of cattle with one pinky and fought with men of great fame. Had the most famous bad fights too. I've even been called the best shot this side of the Mississippi, or on the other side too for that matter. I've out shot and out played every big name and high roller to cross me. And I don't regret a bit of it. Except for getting a bit of "assistance" from my 9 servants. Those lopsided idiot couldn't tell right from left. Except for the one who is delivering this letter, he's still dumb as a sack of hammers, but not as bad as the other 8.
Let me give you a bit of advice: Never hire stupid servants. It ain't a good idea. And your gonna have to take that advice, when you become what your ment to be, what your destined to be: the next great Western Legend. When you are of age, you will take your place among the greatest men in history. Your name will be there right next to George Washington, and Spattereye. Remember that, forever. You are my grandson, and you are the next great legend.
Abide by what your mother taught you when she was around, and always remember me, your grandfather.
-Spattereye


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LT Sandpaw


OOC: That was good Soren except you forgot that Mary is dead she died while you guys were supposed to be protecting her but other then that very good, now we just have to wait for Delthion.


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Søren



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Delthion

Oh dear and faithful Johnny.
You probably know me, I am the wondrous and gloriously benevolent Spattereye, lord of the west and ruler of all that is rustic! You are my only family left in the world, and you have made me an offer I cannot refuse. You are by far your mother's son, and to see such a fine grandson sitting and presiding over my great realm would be an honor to me. A great woman was your mother, and you have even greater potential! You are all that's left of my proud bloodline. I was the start of that you know, I have been reincarnated as so many people that I can't even begin to say all that I have been. All that I know is that you are the next me, and a prouder role I cannot think of, and I do believe that neither could all of the most skilled mathematicians in the world, no the galaxy! But enough about you; I have fallen prey to all things evil and decrepit. Those thugs called "helpers" and "slaves" are nothing better than the evil rail-men that devour the countryside. They've dealt a sorry blow to my enterprise here. I'm thinking that I'll move along to Florence, probably name myself Medici. Do not entrust your wealth to the hands of lesser men, they will turn out to be scum and find a way to scrounge any simple task into a disaster! I hate this last servant most of all! But there was no other way to get rid of him! You know that I've always counted you as my son, live up to that task, and you will find wealth beyond imagining. My corporate empire has grown countless times before those hooligans interfered. But I am rambling.
~Your loving Grandfather and role-model, Spattereye.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

LT Sandpaw

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The in the dying light the three men could just see the mob of approaching farmers armed with anything that they could grab. (Mostly torches and pitchforks) Spattereye grinned like a wild man readying the many revolvers thrust into his belt. He had just finished reading the notes and smiled well pleased.
"Well for once ya'll did something right and I'll say this one here will do me an Johnny just fine." Handing the letter to its respective writer he nodded to the man.
"Alright take that down to the stables, I got a horse ready fer ya, ride east an find Johnny, I hear he's a man and a half so it shouldn't be hard." The writer quickly raced down to the stables jumped on the horse and rode as fast as he could into the east disappearing around a large hill.

"Filthy coward he's scared, ah well here take this here." Spattereye tossed his last outlaw a weapon just as the mob of angry farmers rushed the barricade. The sound of gunfire rang out for over an hour before the first man fell and another whole hour before the second fell, surrounded by pitchfork wielding farmers shooting away. And at that moment the legacy of one of the most feared men in the west died with him.

Eight days later

A lone rider clacked into town, filthy and exhausted from his journey he stopped outside the town's saloon sliding off his horse and limping inside. A few people turned to look at the newcomer yet seeing nothing special they returned to their drinks and poker games. Stomping over to the bar the man clinked a coin down on the wooded boards winking at the tender.

"Any man by the name of Johnny around here?" He asked flicking one of the coins towards the fat bar tender. Before the large man could answer a voice from behind spoke up.

"Who wants him?" It asked, Delthion turned holding up the letter.

"I do, ya know where he is?"

"Yer talking to him, now hand me that." The young man sitting at the table clearly showed he wasn't going to stand for any argument so Delthion passed over the letter taking a step back. The young man scanned the note biting his lip and looking worriedly at Delthion occasionally but he finished reading and crumpled it up.

"So he hated you huh? Well I suppose that's nothing new, he's dead isn't he." Johnny asked.
Delthion had no choice but to nod gulping slightly.
"Well no matter he deserved it anyway, now leave an get out of my sight I have a name to live up to." With a roll of his eyes the young man turned away throwing the crumpled note over his shoulder.
Delthion left quickly surprised by this turn of events and confused on what he was to do. Seeing the open lands to the west he jumped on his horse and rode into the sunset. There was still a great unknown to explore, and if he didn't do it, who would?


OOC: Congratulations Delthion for that close win, Soren your entry was very good and definitely made this a hard choice but Del won in the end. Good round anyway though. ;)


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Delthion

YEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!! Finally! Good game Soren, I thought you had me there. I already have something planned, I'll be making another round later today.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

LT Sandpaw


Okay wow a little excited are we, ;D


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Delthion

Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.