CYOA: Nights Hotter Than the Barrel of My Gun: New Edition

Bretimus_v2

So tired.
I'm bored.

Lightning round rules...first to three is the course we take.

Nights Hotter Than the Barrel of My Gun

Page 1, The roughest ride

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The night air was hot and wet, just like his back. With a shaking hand, Luke reached behind him. A glancing touch, a flash of pain. He knew without seeing the damage that his back was probably in more shreds than the remains of his shirt. It may have been his first roadhauling, but in that moment he swore that it would be those bastards' last.

He rolled up off his stomach and slowly searched the dark ground. They had roped his feet and took off out of town, dragging him in tow. He was lucky, on one of the hard bounces his feet had come free. He only hoped that the boots had come free with him, otherwise his feet would be as raw as his back by the time he got back to town. He continued searching the ground blindly with his hands. What seemed like agonizing hours later, he found his boots. With a sigh of relief and a grimace in pain, he flopped onto his backside and pulled them on. Then he slowly stood up and started heading into the dark night.

To head out into the wilderness, turn to page 5.

To head back into the center of town, turn to page 21.

To head to the outskirts of town, turn to page 60.
 
we need to march into town and hold a protest, obamacare is going to ruin this nation, along with gay marraige, which is clearly going to send this country down the drain with a bunch of poor people getting health care off your taxes because his "life partner" stuck a lamp up his anus for a night of fun
 
Eyebrowsbvv31 said:
we need to march into town and hold a protest, obamacare is going to ruin this nation, along with gay marraige, which is clearly going to send this country down the drain with a bunch of poor people getting health care off your taxes because his "life partner" stuck a lamp up his anus for a night of fun
Don't be a dick, whoever this is.
 
Page 21, Impolite Society

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They say clothing makes the man, so what do you make of a man in tattered, blood-soaked clothes?

The heat didn't back off that night, so every step he took brought fresh sweat to his brow and shoulders. Each drop rolled down onto his back. Each salty drop. It burned. But Luke kept marching. Soon he saw the lights on the main street. He pushed harder.

He prayed that they had returned to town. Though "pray" wasn't the right word for what he was about to do. They should've turned around, they should've made sure he was nothing more than meat for the coyotes.

He blinked free of his dark thoughts as he walked onto the boardwalk. He suddenly felt tired. He rested a hand against the nearby wall and then recoiled when he realized that it had left a bloody print. He stumbled over to a window and got his first look at himself.

Blood, dirt, vomit, scrub brush and beneath it all a man. He exhaled a long breath and leaned his head against the reflection, smearing grime onto the window pain.

"So, how do we do this," he asked.

Looking up, his bloody red reflection smiled, "Well, I figured we should..."

"head on over to the doctor", page 8.

"mosey by the saloon", page 43.

"find something at the general store", page 62.
 
Page 62, IOU

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CRASH!!!

The sound shattered the nighttime silence as thoroughly as the rock shattered the glass pane.

With a quick glance around the alley, Luke reached inside, undid the latch and jumped through the window.

He quickly checked the doors and windows. It looked like Herman wasn't planning on coming back til sun up. Good. Everything was locked, which meant no interruptions while he "shopped". The place was full of nice, new items as well as refurbished, traded ones. It seemed like there were different piles for the each type, as well as a stock of recently traded goods. He rummaged through all of it and came up with a few items that seemed useful. He definitely didn't have many pockets left, so he could only carry so much. As he looked around the shop, he sure hoped Herman could get the stains out.

Special round: choose two items

A container of lamp oil and some matches

Two guns

An Injun tomahawk

Twenty feet of rope

Fistful of dollars

A mirror
 

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