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Discussion in 'Archive' started by Bretimus_v2, Jul 2, 2012.
Tomahawk and rope
BTW Bret, I love the addition of pics to accompany the story.
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.
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.
Oh, don't I know it. That April Awesomeness one was awful to find pics for.
You guys should try Google Images sometime. It's pretty neat. Google runs it.
I tried googling sarcasm once. Yeah, that was REAL useful... :roll:
No no, you gotta Bing sarcasm.
Oh I GIS...I'm just picky.
Two guns and a rope. A rope is always useful.
2 guns and rope. Samwise's old gaffer said to never leave without rope.
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.
Considering we just robbed a building, let's go to the saloon instead.
Sheriff. Because LUKE IS THE SHERIFF
But I want to shoot the obviously corrupt lawman in the face! I mean, look what he let happen!
But not the deputy?
Saloon, got the guns, whiskey is up next and wenches last.