Hey!
Not that I don't deserve that for what I did in WWcIII, but still....
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"Blistering barnacles! Are ye already so distrustful that ye'll hang a man for pointing at a lady? Nitwits! Vermicellis! Odd-toed ungulates! *storms off*
(Hey, Haddock was an ol' seaman.)
Faerwain watches surprised the old boatbird running off:" Alle hunderttausend heulenden und jaulenden Höllenhunde! This old whale sure has a dirty mouth under this beard of his.
But his words are not untrue.
*Takes off his hat*
"Mr Shadow, this was a terrible msitake, and as a gentleman I apologize for my false behaviour"
*Turning to Zar Peter*
"Don't worry, my friend. as long as this, well, enthusiastic Master over there keeps digging holes in the main street, and especially as long as this Indian Gentleman keeps using them as a bathroom for his bison leather suite, your business should go well."
((Yes, the first sentence was how good old Haddock sounds in German. Thanks for bringing back those memories:smallwink: ))
The town is startled awake a little earlier than normal today. A loud BOOM rattles windows throughout the town just before dawn, shaking even the heavy sleepers into a startled awareness that something bad has just happened. As people run out, in various states of dress, to see what's going on it doesn't take long to find the crater behind the saloon. In the center is the charred remains of the Crazy Old Prospector's floppy hat.
From inside the saloon, one of the locals comes running out with a clue. It's a piece of paper folded in half. On the outside is drawn a birthday cake with sparkling candles and on the inside is a message:
Quote:
"Happy Birthday, Prospector! We've made you a birthday cake and lit the candles for you. It's out back, you just have to go blow them out to get your wish!"
Upon closer inspection people notice that the birthday card was written on the back of a bill of lading for dynamite. The recipient was one William T. Kidd, with two D's.
As the horror begins to settle in, you hear a murmur coming from underneath a pile of boards. An NPC starts clearing the boards away. This reveals the old prospector, who gets up and begins dusting off his clothes.
Well, well, well, that’s some good moonshine that is. You fancy a sip? The Old Prospector asks a NPC surveying the damage. Seeing his hat lying next to the rubble, he picks it up, dusts it off, puts it on and says. “Hoooo boy. No gold yet. But there’s GOLD here I tell ya. GOLD!
El Jaspero was attacked by the outlaws. El Jaspero was protected by the night baner.
GOLD?!? The crazy old prospector is interrupted by Doc Kyrian Brown. Jumping jiggawatts, I’d trade all the gold I have for a gallon of gasoline.
Well, I have some moonshine here that might do the trick….
Moonshine, eh, yeah that just might do it. Well what are we waiting around here for then, c’mon back to my place. I keep the gold there.
I knew it!
The two head back to Doc Brown’s place. They find the door smashed in, and the place a mess.
Holy Hannah Barbara, they took my gold, and my…my…great scott. The took the flux capacitor.
Kyrian was robbed by the bandits on night 2. They stole 3 gold coins and the flux capacitor.
The Bandits now have 20% of the towns gold. Day begins. Reminder, if you did not point yesterday and you do not point today, you will be autolynched.
The flux capacitor?!??! YOU BASTARDS!!!
*The prospector's llama comes stumbling up to the crazy guy and rears back on his hind legs, wrapping his forelegs around the prospector's neck in a wooly embrace. It looks like the llama has been a little too "hydrated," but he's glad to see the prospector alive.*
"Whooo-EEE! Remind me to change brands of cigars, ol' Fluffers!"
The Crazy Old Prospector dusts himself off a bit. "I knew I shoulda been suspicious, what with the birthday cake being a day early and all." He looks down at the crater, then gleefully hops in. "But at least they saved me a couple hours digging! Yeehee!"
Hitch jogs out of the inn, hearing the explosion. Looking at the Prospector and marvelling at the fact that he's alive, he shakes his head. "Damned, are you lucky."
"'Course I'm lucky! How else would I'a found old Fluffers here, the only critter in the Southwest that can smell gold, GOLD I say?" He gives his long-suffering llama a nudge. "C'mon, show the folks your stuff!"
The bartender at Lucky's Saloon comments to his current paton...
This day is halfway through and theres been some yappin but no pointin
Kyrian points at janusnori.He already proved to be snooping around my house day 1, and now look, both my money and flux capacitor are gone!
One of the gamblers in the saloon gets up and Points at Indurain.
"I'll keep saying this until either you or I am dead. Your winning streak has been too good. I think you're cheating."
Hmmmm, Ml. Eldlitch Night, youl clothes ale clean now, as you oldeled! But I wondeling wele you got the money to pay me? And youl vote fol Ml. Shadow yestelday seemed to be a little bit... how do you call it... not vely based. Seemed to be just a vote to bling him to the gallows, I think. Vely much of the votes yestelday fol Mr. Shadow could be done by some cluel bandits, I think. But I'm just a little foleignel, and I don't know much about these things.
Zar Peter points at Eldritch Knight
Doctor Quentin, sits in his office wondering what to do about the bandit and outlaw problem in the city: "If only they weren't killing them! If only they were just mildly harming them. Business would be booming..." As he sits there wondering, who the outlaws would be, an idea strikes him. Zar Peter. Surely, hew would have been recruited by someone, "I think that behind the guise, hes a cruel and cunning outlaw that is trying to hide in plain sight!" He *points at Zar Peter*
Too bad, he was alone in his office talking to himself. Thank god, he doesn't have a window to which someone could see such craziness.
Hmm, must make note in my laundly book -
Kylian points at janusnoli fol fun -> nothing happens.
Me points at EK with slight leasons he could have suppolted a bandwaggon -> janusnoli makes a fun vote against me, maybe to hide my vote against EK????!
Could be intellesting!
((v I'm trying to use the Lucky Luke comic stereotypes that say that chinese people cannot speak R and only can speak L. It's not politically correct and if somebody feels offended I will not use it but it's just my reminiscence at Morris and Rene Goscinny))
Makes a note:
why are your r's replaced with l's??
My Good Sir,
I am just a simple business man, in the mining business. What happened to Shadow was a horrible mistake. Why would I intentionally harm those who could become customers of mine? If anything, It is you we should start paying a little attention to. Step out of line, and I can assure you that the results will not be pleasant.
I shall add my voice to the mob and point at hitchhiker.
((Oh wow.. Third Vote in the bandwagon... Guess this means I must be an outlaw..... Wow.. Golly Gee, I never would have guessed.))
Hmmmm.... a thleat.
I found it intellesting and he is thleatening me. That's intellesting.
And a bandwagon because someone said to someone othel that he was lucky!
Veeellly much evidence. Nealy as much evidence as I have.
Zar Peter seems awfully concerned about my vote against him. I stand by it: I think that it was likely that he was recruited and he is hiding behind his character to seem less likely.
((Awfully concerned is a good joke!! But I will stay with my character))
You ale a little upset, deal Dl. Quentin, I only tlying to think a little bit mole than: [Dalk Voice]"He said he was lucky, hang him![/Dalk Voice]"
I don't have any evidence against deal Ml. EK, I have just a stlange feeling that he pointed at a time to get the bandwagon leally stalted off.
I don't want to point against Ml. Hitchhikel because he didn't point yestelday but stated that it might be a bad idea to point at Shadow (wich it was, indeed).
But it seems that while I was pointing at Ml. EK with a little explanation why I'm pointing Ml. janusnoli comes and tlies to defend him with much effolt (He even folgets who he is).
If you want to hang me because I explained my vote and didn't vote with the lest of you (wich is based on this statment:
) be flee to hang me. But don't get upset because you have dilty clothes afterwards!Quote:
Originally Posted by Castaras
Brett Indurick looks down at his cards, casually tossing 20 chips of various colours into the pot.
"Is there still all this outlaw nonsense going on? You want me to place blame on someone? Fine, if you're going to force me to."
Brett stands up, spins around and stops, his finger coming to rest on Zar Peter.
Hitch looks up with a frown on his face, glancing at the assembled people who are pointing at him. With a snort, he drops his hat onto his head. "Now, 'm very, very sorry that you think 'm 'n outlaw...but please trust me, 'm not. As the fine lady already said, it's very flimsy evidence. I was surprised, and sort of shocked, and good lord, I'm tired. I'd rather not be woken up at dawn with an explosion and not have any time to wake up." He yawns, glancing back at his hitched horse. "Now, if any others would like to vote against me, please, make it quick. I'd like to water my horse. However, you'll notice that I'm not pointing at anyone...I prefer not to join a bandwagon based on wild accusations and assumptions, and there's not much evidence against anyone anyway."
((*raises hand*
Done and done. Having raised my objections to making Native Americans talk like Tarzan, I'll just give a blanket objection to making fun of any other easily-stereotyped cultural or racial group. Seriously, this is incredibly offensive and if people are going to keep doing this I'm just going to drop out of this game.))
Acknowledged. Maybe the problem is solved after this day, but I will try to play the austrian laundry man than!
((Thanks Peter! I appreciate your willingness to hear and acknowledge my concerns.))
((I doubt anyone would carry on if someone found it offensive. People here seem to be nice that way.
Proper post forthcoming. Hey, I'm lazy.))
*Faerwain nods in agreement to Hitchhiker*
"Very good young man. Regular watering is the most important thing for growth. You should find a nice sunny place for horse afterwards, but not too windy. And beware of bark beetles."
*Looks surprised out of the window"
"Did anyone else see this burning dog running around?!" *points at firepup*