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"There's not enough room in this forum for the two of us." FM slammed his emptied whisky glass down on the wooden counter. "Step outside, Grix......"
Grix eyed FM carefully. They'd known each other for a long time, but things had been gettin' a little strained lately."
"What's this about, FM," he demanded, making his way through the packed but hushed saloon and pushing the swinging doors outwards as he stepped onto the dusty ground outside.
"Well," replied FM, pushing open the doors again and following Grix outside into the hot, dry air, "You've bushwhacked one of my topics just one time too many. It's time we had this out. Mano a Mano. Poster to Poster."
Grix paused in his stride to think of a witty retort about FM's last comment, then decided that now was probably not the time.
"So, what's it to be? 10 paces, turn and fire?" asked Grix, making sure his gunbelt was fastened properly.
"You know me better than that, Grix. 30 paces." FM checked his gunbelt. The Smith and Wesson 6-shot revolver hung loosely at his right hip.
They stood back to back under the glare of the midday sun, and started to count.....
1....2....3....
The occupants of the saloon were packing the windows trying to get a glimpse of the showdown outside. This was unheard of. The last shootout in the town of Last Chance Reserve had been quite a time ago, when the Er-no posse had cleaned out the Desperate Dans, but this was different. Two equally matched opponents were about to face off.
Insane Bartender was going even more nuts behind the saloon's counter because he was losing good sales whilst all this was going on.
Outside, the count was at 25.... as FM glanced to his right and saw PB on the roof of the Red Splat Hotel and Boarding House, shotgun at hand. PB nodded with a knowing look. FM nodded back.
The count was 26.... as Grix looked across to the SR Saddlery, where he spied Sniper with his trusty Winchester Rifle. Grix gave a brief nod. Sniper returned it.
27....28...29..
Dust whirled up as both men spun to face each other. The blast of PB's shotgun firing both barrels broke the deafening silence that preceeded it, and a cloud of sand flew up at Grix's feet as the buckshot ploughed into the ground.
Grix drew his gun and took aim, FM was still drawing his because he was left handed and his belt was on the wrong way, Sniper fired his rifle, and there was a sharp report, then a clatter as PB dropped his shotgun and swandived off the roof of the hotel and landed in a horse trough.
FM grappled with his pistol, it had snagged in the holster, and he reminded himself to be more careful where he left his chewing gum.
Grix took pity. (No he didn't). Grix fired his gun. Fortunately, FM and done his research and Grix's eyesight wasn't as good as it should have been, and at 30 paces it was like trying to read a Wanted Poster through a mirage. Grix's first bullet flew out of town faster than a newbie Gameaday winner. He wasn't sure if he had hit FM or not, but then he heard FM pull back the hammer of his Smith and Wesson with a
*click*
Grix eyed FM carefully. They'd known each other for a long time, but things had been gettin' a little strained lately."
"What's this about, FM," he demanded, making his way through the packed but hushed saloon and pushing the swinging doors outwards as he stepped onto the dusty ground outside.
"Well," replied FM, pushing open the doors again and following Grix outside into the hot, dry air, "You've bushwhacked one of my topics just one time too many. It's time we had this out. Mano a Mano. Poster to Poster."
Grix paused in his stride to think of a witty retort about FM's last comment, then decided that now was probably not the time.
"So, what's it to be? 10 paces, turn and fire?" asked Grix, making sure his gunbelt was fastened properly.
"You know me better than that, Grix. 30 paces." FM checked his gunbelt. The Smith and Wesson 6-shot revolver hung loosely at his right hip.
They stood back to back under the glare of the midday sun, and started to count.....
1....2....3....
The occupants of the saloon were packing the windows trying to get a glimpse of the showdown outside. This was unheard of. The last shootout in the town of Last Chance Reserve had been quite a time ago, when the Er-no posse had cleaned out the Desperate Dans, but this was different. Two equally matched opponents were about to face off.
Insane Bartender was going even more nuts behind the saloon's counter because he was losing good sales whilst all this was going on.
Outside, the count was at 25.... as FM glanced to his right and saw PB on the roof of the Red Splat Hotel and Boarding House, shotgun at hand. PB nodded with a knowing look. FM nodded back.
The count was 26.... as Grix looked across to the SR Saddlery, where he spied Sniper with his trusty Winchester Rifle. Grix gave a brief nod. Sniper returned it.
27....28...29..
Dust whirled up as both men spun to face each other. The blast of PB's shotgun firing both barrels broke the deafening silence that preceeded it, and a cloud of sand flew up at Grix's feet as the buckshot ploughed into the ground.
Grix drew his gun and took aim, FM was still drawing his because he was left handed and his belt was on the wrong way, Sniper fired his rifle, and there was a sharp report, then a clatter as PB dropped his shotgun and swandived off the roof of the hotel and landed in a horse trough.
FM grappled with his pistol, it had snagged in the holster, and he reminded himself to be more careful where he left his chewing gum.
Grix took pity. (No he didn't). Grix fired his gun. Fortunately, FM and done his research and Grix's eyesight wasn't as good as it should have been, and at 30 paces it was like trying to read a Wanted Poster through a mirage. Grix's first bullet flew out of town faster than a newbie Gameaday winner. He wasn't sure if he had hit FM or not, but then he heard FM pull back the hammer of his Smith and Wesson with a
*click*
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Tony watched in glee as the three were given bags to cover their heads... at last, with the Sheriff out of the way, he could finally have complete control over the town...
Meka, still wondering if he was actually about to be hung or not, re-read part of the story... Grix said he was, pb said he wasn't... he only hoped pb was writing at the moment...
A bag was placed over Meka's head.
"Damn."
Ali closed his eyes as a bag was placed over his head... poor little Joe would be given a bag now... Joe was too young to die.
They were all ordered to take one step back, and nooses were straped around their necks.
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"Ok!" Said Pb, watching from a safe distance... "If we are going to do this, now is the time!"
FM nodded... Venombyte nodded back... they were ready, and they were only going to get one shot at this... and it was a good job Sheepy let them have all that dynamite...
Meka, still wondering if he was actually about to be hung or not, re-read part of the story... Grix said he was, pb said he wasn't... he only hoped pb was writing at the moment...
A bag was placed over Meka's head.
"Damn."
Ali closed his eyes as a bag was placed over his head... poor little Joe would be given a bag now... Joe was too young to die.
They were all ordered to take one step back, and nooses were straped around their necks.
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"Ok!" Said Pb, watching from a safe distance... "If we are going to do this, now is the time!"
FM nodded... Venombyte nodded back... they were ready, and they were only going to get one shot at this... and it was a good job Sheepy let them have all that dynamite...
Girx is not FM. They are seperate people. If they were the same person, then Grix would be leading Meka in the gameaday thing. However, meka is one ahead.
Im assuming Grix and FM are the same poster.
Also, who the hell is Mr Snuggly?
Also, who the hell is Mr Snuggly?
Your Honour wrote:
> Can someone give me a bit of a re-cap cos i cant be bothered to read
> 140 odd posts, cheers!
Okay, Grix and FM started a little band of robbers. Then me and my Ant colony decided to help them. After we stole some stuff, meka began looking for us. Then Grix started having strange dreams. pb, venom_byte and the stranger came into it somewhere around then, and then it all went from there. Just read the last few pages.
> Can someone give me a bit of a re-cap cos i cant be bothered to read
> 140 odd posts, cheers!
Okay, Grix and FM started a little band of robbers. Then me and my Ant colony decided to help them. After we stole some stuff, meka began looking for us. Then Grix started having strange dreams. pb, venom_byte and the stranger came into it somewhere around then, and then it all went from there. Just read the last few pages.
I can`t remember it all. I had a very small part at the beggining, but sice then I haven`t really followed.
Can someone give me a bit of a re-cap cos i cant be bothered to read 140 odd posts, cheers!
Hehe!
Yeah i know, bit of a drawback that wasnt it?
Too late you weren`t there when it started.
I'm the Judge in this town.
No-one has gunfight without consulting me first.
You have been warned.....
No-one has gunfight without consulting me first.
You have been warned.....
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