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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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The trap was set. In 5 minutes, the train from Oklahoma to Tucson would come around the bend, the dynamite would blow, the train would be derailed, and FM and Grix would grab the loot from the armoured carriage.
What could possibly go wrong....?
Grix took a swig from his cantina and passed it across to FM, who held it above his mouth and caught the last few drops that were left. They were baking in the sun, they'd been lying in wait for the last hour and one of the hosses had already keeled over through dehydration.
"This'd better work, pard," growled Grix. "We got enough chocolate in the last raid to live off fer a month, before it melted...."
FM looked at the ground sheepishly. Then they heard the low rumble in the distance, the train was approaching.
Grix leapt onto his hoss, and FM jumped on behind, and they waited.....
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In the guard carriage, Sniper took another sip of his black coffee and got even more bored. These 3 day train trips were getting very monotonous, and he yearned for some action. He went to the main doors at the side of the carriage and slid them open, savouring the fresh breeze as it blew through his hair. He sat down and let his legs hang over the side....
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5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
KABOOM!! The dynamite blew with titanic force, blowing the tracks apart just as the train passed over them, firing shattered pieces of iron rail up though the floor of the carriage above it, yes, you guessed it, the guard carriage. Sniper carried on up with them and met the roof of the carriage, and continued straight through it. Miraculously, his tin of coffee sat there on the floor next to the hole where Sniper had moments before been sitting, not a drop had been spilt.
As the train left the rails, Grix and FM sped towards it on the hover hoss, dust flying up in their wake. Screams could be heard from the passengers in the carriages that had tipped over, and a few people were milling about.
"Yeeehawww" yelled Grix, pulling the hover hoss to a halt outside the shattered remains of the armoured payroll car.
"Yaaaahoo" yelled FM as he dismounted and quickly brought his Colt .45 level with the frightened passengers who had registered their presence.
Grix dismounted also, and grabbed the bags from the inside of the car, checking them to make sure that this time they were getting value for their time invested, which they were, each bag contained neat bundled rolls of $50 bills.
"Hey pard! We hit the darned jackpot with this one!"
"Great, just hurry up and load that hoss, we gotta get out of here" replied FM, staring off into the distance where a dust cloud was rising, and approaching at quite a clip.
"Posse, you reckin?"
"Reckin so!" Grix finished loading and they took off, but the hoss was severely hampered by the extra weight of two men plus the payroll.
"We need Ant and the colony!" yelled FM, "Where'd they get to?"
"Dunno, let's head for that thar canyon!"
With that, they hovered off at walking pace to the dead end ravine. The posse followed swiftly. Grix and FM were trapped....
What could possibly go wrong....?
Grix took a swig from his cantina and passed it across to FM, who held it above his mouth and caught the last few drops that were left. They were baking in the sun, they'd been lying in wait for the last hour and one of the hosses had already keeled over through dehydration.
"This'd better work, pard," growled Grix. "We got enough chocolate in the last raid to live off fer a month, before it melted...."
FM looked at the ground sheepishly. Then they heard the low rumble in the distance, the train was approaching.
Grix leapt onto his hoss, and FM jumped on behind, and they waited.....
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In the guard carriage, Sniper took another sip of his black coffee and got even more bored. These 3 day train trips were getting very monotonous, and he yearned for some action. He went to the main doors at the side of the carriage and slid them open, savouring the fresh breeze as it blew through his hair. He sat down and let his legs hang over the side....
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5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
KABOOM!! The dynamite blew with titanic force, blowing the tracks apart just as the train passed over them, firing shattered pieces of iron rail up though the floor of the carriage above it, yes, you guessed it, the guard carriage. Sniper carried on up with them and met the roof of the carriage, and continued straight through it. Miraculously, his tin of coffee sat there on the floor next to the hole where Sniper had moments before been sitting, not a drop had been spilt.
As the train left the rails, Grix and FM sped towards it on the hover hoss, dust flying up in their wake. Screams could be heard from the passengers in the carriages that had tipped over, and a few people were milling about.
"Yeeehawww" yelled Grix, pulling the hover hoss to a halt outside the shattered remains of the armoured payroll car.
"Yaaaahoo" yelled FM as he dismounted and quickly brought his Colt .45 level with the frightened passengers who had registered their presence.
Grix dismounted also, and grabbed the bags from the inside of the car, checking them to make sure that this time they were getting value for their time invested, which they were, each bag contained neat bundled rolls of $50 bills.
"Hey pard! We hit the darned jackpot with this one!"
"Great, just hurry up and load that hoss, we gotta get out of here" replied FM, staring off into the distance where a dust cloud was rising, and approaching at quite a clip.
"Posse, you reckin?"
"Reckin so!" Grix finished loading and they took off, but the hoss was severely hampered by the extra weight of two men plus the payroll.
"We need Ant and the colony!" yelled FM, "Where'd they get to?"
"Dunno, let's head for that thar canyon!"
With that, they hovered off at walking pace to the dead end ravine. The posse followed swiftly. Grix and FM were trapped....
*BREATHES DEEPLY*
Grix, FM, Sniper, pb, bang bang, all die, Sniper dead, FM run away, rise from dead, Sniper dies, all go inside, "Bob" serves drinks, Sniper dies, Fm comes back, plays cards, shoots at Grix, kills Sniper, Fm and Grix team up, rob Tony's bank, Sniper dies, spend money on guns from Sheepy, steal gold, but gold is chocolate, Sheepy arrested, find bomb, Sniper dies.
Grix, FM, Sniper, pb, bang bang, all die, Sniper dead, FM run away, rise from dead, Sniper dies, all go inside, "Bob" serves drinks, Sniper dies, Fm comes back, plays cards, shoots at Grix, kills Sniper, Fm and Grix team up, rob Tony's bank, Sniper dies, spend money on guns from Sheepy, steal gold, but gold is chocolate, Sheepy arrested, find bomb, Sniper dies.
please just give me a rundown!
It's not that long er-no... and it would be more fun to read it.
Can someone please give me a briefing of the story so far?? pleasseeee....
Thanks
Thanks
He didn't know Grix had removed the dynamite.
He simply lit the fuse, stayed cramped in the cupboard for a hour and emerged extremely p1ssed off when he realised that something had gone wrong and he was still stuck in this western mess!
He simply lit the fuse, stayed cramped in the cupboard for a hour and emerged extremely p1ssed off when he realised that something had gone wrong and he was still stuck in this western mess!
Dan_UK suddenly read the thread again, and noticed that Grix had already pulled out the Dynamite. The story continued.
Dan_uk was cramped in a cupboard. He knew that outside it there was a treasure chest with dynamite set as a trap.
Soon the dynamite would blow, taking him out of this story and it's damn western setting with it's uncomfortable clothes, hot weather, sand everywhere, terrible food and drink and no hygine facilities whatsoever!
He heard Grix discover the dynamite. That was Dan's clue to light the fuse. He pulled out a match and lit it with a
**scrape**
Soon the dynamite would blow, taking him out of this story and it's damn western setting with it's uncomfortable clothes, hot weather, sand everywhere, terrible food and drink and no hygine facilities whatsoever!
He heard Grix discover the dynamite. That was Dan's clue to light the fuse. He pulled out a match and lit it with a
**scrape**
Meanwhile Sheepy was being questioned.
"We got a couple o' men 'ere, 'oo say they saw yer 'elpin Grix and FM when they wuz escapin' with the gold from the wagon. Nah, we knowz it wuz only choc'late but we want ter know why you wuz associatin' with them varmints in da first place."
Sheepy politely asked for an interpreter.
"DONT YER GET FUNNY WIV ME BOYYO!" came the stern reply
"uhh....good customer service?" ventured Sheepy
"Take 'im to tha jail 'ouse" the man replied.
So sheepy was forcibly led away by two rather well built cowpokes to the town's jailhouse. He was led through the sherrif's office and thrown into a cell. The cell door was slammed shut with a
*click*
"We got a couple o' men 'ere, 'oo say they saw yer 'elpin Grix and FM when they wuz escapin' with the gold from the wagon. Nah, we knowz it wuz only choc'late but we want ter know why you wuz associatin' with them varmints in da first place."
Sheepy politely asked for an interpreter.
"DONT YER GET FUNNY WIV ME BOYYO!" came the stern reply
"uhh....good customer service?" ventured Sheepy
"Take 'im to tha jail 'ouse" the man replied.
So sheepy was forcibly led away by two rather well built cowpokes to the town's jailhouse. He was led through the sherrif's office and thrown into a cell. The cell door was slammed shut with a
*click*
"I wonder why our use of the English language was so poor during that robbery..." Said Grix to no-one in particular. "And more importantly... why wasn't there any guards?"
"I'm not sure..." FantasyMeister did have that thought in the back of his mind... but didn't want to say. "It seemed almost too easy... as if they wanted us to take it..."
Grix looked at the coins in the case... he stepped over to them, and picked up a coin. He walked over to the still burning fire, and bit hard into the coin...
FantasyMeister watched intrigied... as the foil of the coin broke away, and the coin snapped into two chocolate pieces. He spat out the chocolate into the fire...
Grix looked back at the case...
He took another coin, and passed it to FantasyMeister. He picked up a coin himself. FantasyMeister unwrapped it, and ate it.
"Baah! That's awful!" FantasyMeister swore, as he spat the chocolate out on the floor.
"What do you expect! This is supermarket chocolate!" Grix said.
FantasyMeister started scrapeing his tongue with his knife...
Grix looked back at the crate... something told him the chocolately goodness was hiding something... something large, red, and ready to blow up in his face...
He started throwing the coins out of the box... as he suspected. Dynamite.
Thankfully mind, they had forgotten to lit it, and it lay comfortably at the bottom of the crate.
He pulled it out, and showed it to Fm. He was displeased with the fact that he was holding it over the fire, to show him, mind.
After the fiasco of the nearly lit dynamite... FantasyMeister came up with a plan to use it... Ant and Grix gathered around... and he started his story...
"I'm not sure..." FantasyMeister did have that thought in the back of his mind... but didn't want to say. "It seemed almost too easy... as if they wanted us to take it..."
Grix looked at the coins in the case... he stepped over to them, and picked up a coin. He walked over to the still burning fire, and bit hard into the coin...
FantasyMeister watched intrigied... as the foil of the coin broke away, and the coin snapped into two chocolate pieces. He spat out the chocolate into the fire...
Grix looked back at the case...
He took another coin, and passed it to FantasyMeister. He picked up a coin himself. FantasyMeister unwrapped it, and ate it.
"Baah! That's awful!" FantasyMeister swore, as he spat the chocolate out on the floor.
"What do you expect! This is supermarket chocolate!" Grix said.
FantasyMeister started scrapeing his tongue with his knife...
Grix looked back at the crate... something told him the chocolately goodness was hiding something... something large, red, and ready to blow up in his face...
He started throwing the coins out of the box... as he suspected. Dynamite.
Thankfully mind, they had forgotten to lit it, and it lay comfortably at the bottom of the crate.
He pulled it out, and showed it to Fm. He was displeased with the fact that he was holding it over the fire, to show him, mind.
After the fiasco of the nearly lit dynamite... FantasyMeister came up with a plan to use it... Ant and Grix gathered around... and he started his story...
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