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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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They broke camp for the night at the base of a dusty ridge, covered in squall and cactii. (The ridge, that is).
Sniper went off to fill the canteens, Grix Two and Grix's Brain went off to fetch some firewood, and Grix, Jake, Venombyte and FM went off to catch some desert critters for their evening meal.
Grix and Jake managed to bag a buck rabbit after chasing it for 30 miles and tiring it out. They brought it back to the campfire, muttering between them that there was probably a much easier way to catch desert rabbits, and saw Venombyte arriving from the other side of the fire with a rattlesnake clasped in his fist.
Sniper wondered over to it and had a close look, he'd never seen a dead rattlesnake before. The rattlesnake prompty bit him on the nose, and Sniper collapsed all frothy mouthed and eyes rolling to the ground.
("Aw hell") said Grix's Brain, that's twice today he's bought it.
"Don't worry," replied Grix, I'm sure he'll be back again in the next thrilling episode.
More footprints approached, as FM walked into the firelight carrying sweetly smelling boxes of pepperoni pizza and 5 litres of Coca-Cola.
"Where'd you catch that lot?" they all asked, together, at the same time, in chorus.
"Er, there's a takeout just over the ridge there, so I got us all some dinner....," FM trailed off as he figured the others didn't look too happy about this, maybe he should have read the story with a bit more concentration.
They all tucked into their pizzas, (pizzi?), the rattlesnake tucked into Sniper, and the prairie wolves howled their appreciation over another wonderfully written episode of: "Step outside, Grix...".
To be continued......
after these important messages from our
*click*
Sniper went off to fill the canteens, Grix Two and Grix's Brain went off to fetch some firewood, and Grix, Jake, Venombyte and FM went off to catch some desert critters for their evening meal.
Grix and Jake managed to bag a buck rabbit after chasing it for 30 miles and tiring it out. They brought it back to the campfire, muttering between them that there was probably a much easier way to catch desert rabbits, and saw Venombyte arriving from the other side of the fire with a rattlesnake clasped in his fist.
Sniper wondered over to it and had a close look, he'd never seen a dead rattlesnake before. The rattlesnake prompty bit him on the nose, and Sniper collapsed all frothy mouthed and eyes rolling to the ground.
("Aw hell") said Grix's Brain, that's twice today he's bought it.
"Don't worry," replied Grix, I'm sure he'll be back again in the next thrilling episode.
More footprints approached, as FM walked into the firelight carrying sweetly smelling boxes of pepperoni pizza and 5 litres of Coca-Cola.
"Where'd you catch that lot?" they all asked, together, at the same time, in chorus.
"Er, there's a takeout just over the ridge there, so I got us all some dinner....," FM trailed off as he figured the others didn't look too happy about this, maybe he should have read the story with a bit more concentration.
They all tucked into their pizzas, (pizzi?), the rattlesnake tucked into Sniper, and the prairie wolves howled their appreciation over another wonderfully written episode of: "Step outside, Grix...".
To be continued......
after these important messages from our
*click*
Untill they realised West would be more sutable
The indians stood in a circle around them. Their glowing eyes piercing their bodys... their thoughts, almost.
The rain stopped.
Jake looked up... he was standing next to Grix.
"Why did it stop raining?" He asked Grix...
"Rain makes noise."
"What?"
"Well... what I think, is that we are about to have a little action scene."
"And?"
"Well, I think that the best action scenes have tense moments, I.E. when there is no noise. How could I describe it?"
A deadly silence fell apon the town.
"Like a deadly silence?" Grix said. "The calm before the storm."
"Ah... I see. How long does the calm last?"
"I don't know."
Jake looked at Grix... "Come on! Think! It's you controlling this!"
Grix thought.... "It will last longer than we think... that's all I know."
The gang backed into eachother, and stood facing the ever closer circle of indians.
The indians had their guns loaded.
They knew what to do... but were their instincts ready?
Jake looked at Grix again...
"Grix... how fast are you with a gun?"
"I'm not sure... pretty slow..."
Oh dear.
"Grix, can't you see whats happening?"
The indians stepped closer... their grips on their guns tightened.
Grix looked at Jake... "What's happening?"
"You can only win, if you BELIEVE you are faster than they are! Remember, YOU are controlling them! If you think that they can beat you, they WILL!"
Grix felt his hand reach down to his gun.
Venombyte blinked...
The town bell rang...
Grix breathed.
One.
FantasyMeister slowly raised his hand over his gun... it would be just like the old days...
Two.
Sniper wiped his brow...
Three.
Venombyte blinked again...
Four.
Grix drew first... he fired, and a indian fell to the floor, his eyes drained.
A indian went to fire, but Jake got there first. Another shot, from FantasyMeister.
Venombyte shot at an indian.
He missed... The indian shot back.
HE missed... but shot Sniper instead. He landed on the floor with a flump.
An indian shot at Grix's brain... Grix's brain didn't even bother drawing. The bullet whizzed past his ear, bounced off a post, hit a swinging lamp, a wheel on a cart, and hit the indian who shot the bullet.
A few shots later... and all the indians lay dead, as did Sniper.
Grix kicked Sniper... "Ow."
"Well done everyone..." FantasyMeister said. "Now let's go get Ant and Pb."
Sniper got up, and went to get on a hoss.
Grix walked up to his brain... "I can't believe you did that..."
"What?" His brain replied.
"You are TOO cocky... you realise that?"
"These are MY terms, remember? I'm fighting on my own turf here... I'm basically invunerable."
It started to rain again.
"So why is it still raining?" Grix asked his brain...
"It's a dark atmosphere. I'm surprised we haven't seen that many black horse carts rolling by."
Venombyte got on his hoss... he was still worried that he missed.
FantasyMeister walked up to Grix... "Hey, Grix?"
"Yeah?"
"I kept this safe. I think you might need it."
It was Grix's rifle.
"Thanks."
Grix and his brain got on their hosses, the second Grix came out of the toilet and got on another one.
"Did I miss anything?"
"Nah." Grix's brain replied. "Killed a few posessed indians, nothing much more."
Grix noticed someone was missing...
Jake walked out of the Sheriff's office, he got on a hoss next to Grix.
"Did you talk to Meka?"
"...I left a note."
Grix said no more. The gang rode off towards the sunset...
...And then turned North.
The rain stopped.
Jake looked up... he was standing next to Grix.
"Why did it stop raining?" He asked Grix...
"Rain makes noise."
"What?"
"Well... what I think, is that we are about to have a little action scene."
"And?"
"Well, I think that the best action scenes have tense moments, I.E. when there is no noise. How could I describe it?"
A deadly silence fell apon the town.
"Like a deadly silence?" Grix said. "The calm before the storm."
"Ah... I see. How long does the calm last?"
"I don't know."
Jake looked at Grix... "Come on! Think! It's you controlling this!"
Grix thought.... "It will last longer than we think... that's all I know."
The gang backed into eachother, and stood facing the ever closer circle of indians.
The indians had their guns loaded.
They knew what to do... but were their instincts ready?
Jake looked at Grix again...
"Grix... how fast are you with a gun?"
"I'm not sure... pretty slow..."
Oh dear.
"Grix, can't you see whats happening?"
The indians stepped closer... their grips on their guns tightened.
Grix looked at Jake... "What's happening?"
"You can only win, if you BELIEVE you are faster than they are! Remember, YOU are controlling them! If you think that they can beat you, they WILL!"
Grix felt his hand reach down to his gun.
Venombyte blinked...
The town bell rang...
Grix breathed.
One.
FantasyMeister slowly raised his hand over his gun... it would be just like the old days...
Two.
Sniper wiped his brow...
Three.
Venombyte blinked again...
Four.
Grix drew first... he fired, and a indian fell to the floor, his eyes drained.
A indian went to fire, but Jake got there first. Another shot, from FantasyMeister.
Venombyte shot at an indian.
He missed... The indian shot back.
HE missed... but shot Sniper instead. He landed on the floor with a flump.
An indian shot at Grix's brain... Grix's brain didn't even bother drawing. The bullet whizzed past his ear, bounced off a post, hit a swinging lamp, a wheel on a cart, and hit the indian who shot the bullet.
A few shots later... and all the indians lay dead, as did Sniper.
Grix kicked Sniper... "Ow."
"Well done everyone..." FantasyMeister said. "Now let's go get Ant and Pb."
Sniper got up, and went to get on a hoss.
Grix walked up to his brain... "I can't believe you did that..."
"What?" His brain replied.
"You are TOO cocky... you realise that?"
"These are MY terms, remember? I'm fighting on my own turf here... I'm basically invunerable."
It started to rain again.
"So why is it still raining?" Grix asked his brain...
"It's a dark atmosphere. I'm surprised we haven't seen that many black horse carts rolling by."
Venombyte got on his hoss... he was still worried that he missed.
FantasyMeister walked up to Grix... "Hey, Grix?"
"Yeah?"
"I kept this safe. I think you might need it."
It was Grix's rifle.
"Thanks."
Grix and his brain got on their hosses, the second Grix came out of the toilet and got on another one.
"Did I miss anything?"
"Nah." Grix's brain replied. "Killed a few posessed indians, nothing much more."
Grix noticed someone was missing...
Jake walked out of the Sheriff's office, he got on a hoss next to Grix.
"Did you talk to Meka?"
"...I left a note."
Grix said no more. The gang rode off towards the sunset...
...And then turned North.
Ant stood up, "Why did you joke like that?? The Staff saved your life. Don't think it will do it again, now you've said that."
pb looked at the floor, ashamed of himself, "Sorry Ant."
"Say sorry to the Staff too," Ant demanded.
pb looked around, making sure no one else could see him (of course, no one could, they were in a desert), and said, "Sorry Staff."
"Good. I hope you've learned your lesson. Although, I have to admit, it would've been very funny if the joke hadn't been on me!" Ant said, a smile on his face.
"Ok," pb said, taking charge, "We now have to g-"
"Shush. I'm the leader here," Ant said, taking charge.
"No, I am," pb said, taking charge.
"errrrrrr-no. I am." Ant said, taking charge.
"I don't THINK so, "pb said, taking charge.
"Shut up, I will be leader cos-"
Ant's voice was broken off by the Indian's voice, drifting through the air, "Work together...together..." The Indian said, taking charge.
Ant thought for a moment, "Ok, we'll work together."
"Ok. Now, where do you think we should go" pb said, letting Ant take charge.
"No no no, you choose," Ant said to pb, letting him take charge.
"No, you should choose," pb said, letting Ant take charge.
"No pb, you may choose where we go now," Ant said, letting pb take charge.
The voice again, "Damn you!! Just decide where to go, before I bash your heads together!!" The Indian said, taking charge.
pb looked at the floor, ashamed of himself, "Sorry Ant."
"Say sorry to the Staff too," Ant demanded.
pb looked around, making sure no one else could see him (of course, no one could, they were in a desert), and said, "Sorry Staff."
"Good. I hope you've learned your lesson. Although, I have to admit, it would've been very funny if the joke hadn't been on me!" Ant said, a smile on his face.
"Ok," pb said, taking charge, "We now have to g-"
"Shush. I'm the leader here," Ant said, taking charge.
"No, I am," pb said, taking charge.
"errrrrrr-no. I am." Ant said, taking charge.
"I don't THINK so, "pb said, taking charge.
"Shut up, I will be leader cos-"
Ant's voice was broken off by the Indian's voice, drifting through the air, "Work together...together..." The Indian said, taking charge.
Ant thought for a moment, "Ok, we'll work together."
"Ok. Now, where do you think we should go" pb said, letting Ant take charge.
"No no no, you choose," Ant said to pb, letting him take charge.
"No, you should choose," pb said, letting Ant take charge.
"No pb, you may choose where we go now," Ant said, letting pb take charge.
The voice again, "Damn you!! Just decide where to go, before I bash your heads together!!" The Indian said, taking charge.
lol!
meka_dragon wrote:
> "So, Ant." said pb, smiling, "may I ask you a
> question about you 'staff'"
"Sure" said Ant, still
> lying motionless, except for is lips as he spoke, but he'd stopped
> speaking now so they too were motionless again.
"So, your
> 'staff' then" Said pb, giggling slightly "Your becoming
> quite a master of your it, aren't you. I guess it's because you're
> always playing with it? If you hold it firmly, can you get it to
> grow? Does it work better if you stroke it...Ha, ha, ha,
> ha."
pb rolled around holding his tummy, "So tell me
> more about these magic beams it can shoot! Ha, ha, ha,m
> ha"
Ant was not amused. He put his staff away.
You are sick Meka.
Sick.
> "So, Ant." said pb, smiling, "may I ask you a
> question about you 'staff'"
"Sure" said Ant, still
> lying motionless, except for is lips as he spoke, but he'd stopped
> speaking now so they too were motionless again.
"So, your
> 'staff' then" Said pb, giggling slightly "Your becoming
> quite a master of your it, aren't you. I guess it's because you're
> always playing with it? If you hold it firmly, can you get it to
> grow? Does it work better if you stroke it...Ha, ha, ha,
> ha."
pb rolled around holding his tummy, "So tell me
> more about these magic beams it can shoot! Ha, ha, ha,m
> ha"
Ant was not amused. He put his staff away.
You are sick Meka.
Sick.
This particular author apologises for not continuing the tale as oft as he normally would, because he's still reading it.
When he catches up, he will make additions to the thread as an when appropriate.
"So, Ant." said pb, smiling, "may I ask you a question about you 'staff'"
"Sure" said Ant, still lying motionless, except for is lips as he spoke, but he'd stopped speaking now so they too were motionless again.
"So, your 'staff' then" Said pb, giggling slightly "Your becoming quite a master of your it, aren't you. I guess it's because you're always playing with it? If you hold it firmly, can you get it to grow? Does it work better if you stroke it...Ha, ha, ha, ha."
pb rolled around holding his tummy, "So tell me more about these magic beams it can shoot! Ha, ha, ha,m ha"
Ant was not amused. He put his staff away.
"Sure" said Ant, still lying motionless, except for is lips as he spoke, but he'd stopped speaking now so they too were motionless again.
"So, your 'staff' then" Said pb, giggling slightly "Your becoming quite a master of your it, aren't you. I guess it's because you're always playing with it? If you hold it firmly, can you get it to grow? Does it work better if you stroke it...Ha, ha, ha, ha."
pb rolled around holding his tummy, "So tell me more about these magic beams it can shoot! Ha, ha, ha,m ha"
Ant was not amused. He put his staff away.
oops
:-)
:-)
Grix looks over at the tardis... and Darth Sheepy...
"Hang on a second..." Grix pulled out his script.
"This isn't supposed to happen."
Venombyte and FM looked at eachother.
"We've already gone though this... Sheepy is the gun shop owner!"
Sheepy looked outside from his shop, "Did you want me?"
"No Sheepy, it's ok."
"Alright then..."
Grix ushered Darth Sheepy back into the tardis, and it went back in time to another place...
"We all know who's fault this is... don't we?"
FM looked at his feet.
Grix walked up to him, and pointed his finger with every word he spoke, "Read the story so you know what you're writing about!"
"Oh... ok then..." FM replied. Grix handed him the script so far, FM started to read as he walked...
"Hang on a second..." Grix pulled out his script.
"This isn't supposed to happen."
Venombyte and FM looked at eachother.
"We've already gone though this... Sheepy is the gun shop owner!"
Sheepy looked outside from his shop, "Did you want me?"
"No Sheepy, it's ok."
"Alright then..."
Grix ushered Darth Sheepy back into the tardis, and it went back in time to another place...
"We all know who's fault this is... don't we?"
FM looked at his feet.
Grix walked up to him, and pointed his finger with every word he spoke, "Read the story so you know what you're writing about!"
"Oh... ok then..." FM replied. Grix handed him the script so far, FM started to read as he walked...
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