CYOA: Nights Hotter Than the Barrel of My Gun: New Edition
- Thread starter Bretimus_v2
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WickedLiquid
Regular
BTW Bret, I love the addition of pics to accompany the story.
Bretimus_v2
So tired.
Yeah, I really liked that addition by Dan in the front page one that we did. Finding pics is hard though. I get pretty picky.
I also hate when votes are evenly dispersed with no winner. Like now, I've already written about the guns, I just need someone (Dan) to close this out...or prolong it...I especially hate it when I'm ready to write some more.
I also hate when votes are evenly dispersed with no winner. Like now, I've already written about the guns, I just need someone (Dan) to close this out...or prolong it...I especially hate it when I'm ready to write some more.
WickedLiquid
Regular
Searching for pics can be tedious. When I did the VG showdown I remember it being way too much work. You're lucky you only need one. 
Bretimus_v2
So tired.
Oh, don't I know it. That April Awesomeness one was awful to find pics for.
WickedLiquid
Regular
I tried googling sarcasm once. Yeah, that was REAL useful... :roll:
Bretimus_v2
So tired.
Oh I GIS...I'm just picky.
cyberjim2000
Veteran
Two guns and a rope. A rope is always useful.
MasterRabbi
Rookie
2 guns and rope. Samwise's old gaffer said to never leave without rope.
Bretimus_v2
So tired.
Page B/D, Steel and hemp
Herman didn't normally deal in guns, which meant someone must've traded them in. Their loss. The guns were nice. There were inscriptions on the grips but both were ground out. Luke didn't care, the important detail was that both cylinders were full. He grabbed the holsters and cinched them on around his gnarled waist, the leather biting into his ripped flesh. Luke walked over to a mirror and took a few practice draws, each flinging the still dripping blood off his arms.
His red reflection hissed, "12 bullets, 3 men.."
The weight was reassuring, but it was also a tax on his remaining energy. He figured one more thing wouldn't hurt. He looked back down at the collection of times and grabbed the rope. It was a good hempen rope that would hold anything you could tie a knot around. He threw the loop over his shoulder, ignoring the pain, and headed for the door.
These were the tools of an executioner. They'd each have their choice: firing squad or hangman.
Head to the sheriff's, page 14.
Head to the saloon, page 22.
Head to the outskirts, page 55.
Herman didn't normally deal in guns, which meant someone must've traded them in. Their loss. The guns were nice. There were inscriptions on the grips but both were ground out. Luke didn't care, the important detail was that both cylinders were full. He grabbed the holsters and cinched them on around his gnarled waist, the leather biting into his ripped flesh. Luke walked over to a mirror and took a few practice draws, each flinging the still dripping blood off his arms.
His red reflection hissed, "12 bullets, 3 men.."
The weight was reassuring, but it was also a tax on his remaining energy. He figured one more thing wouldn't hurt. He looked back down at the collection of times and grabbed the rope. It was a good hempen rope that would hold anything you could tie a knot around. He threw the loop over his shoulder, ignoring the pain, and headed for the door.
These were the tools of an executioner. They'd each have their choice: firing squad or hangman.
Head to the sheriff's, page 14.
Head to the saloon, page 22.
Head to the outskirts, page 55.
Considering we just robbed a building, let's go to the saloon instead.
danielrbischoff
Rookie
saloon
cyberjim2000
Veteran
Saloon
WickedLiquid
Regular
NickKmet said:
But not the deputy?
