Moseys around the town looking at the everything. Feels as though he has missed aday. He shrugs it off.
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Moseys around the town looking at the everything. Feels as though he has missed aday. He shrugs it off.
Alarrabelle drops the cards as if they're on fire, "Me? Cheat? Well I never...
Rex Basset, Purveyor of Basset's New Dry Goods, Continues to review the recent shipments to his store...
Ahh, I'll have to tell Ms. Alarrabelle that her spring-loaded decollotage-mounted Card-deployment system has come in. I'll let her know tomorrow.
He prepares a note to this effect, and heads off to sleep.
(At, ^, and ^^... O.o Bwahahaha)
Well... That's one bandit gone...
Having found a perfectly good hole in the street, and himself already in it, the Crazy Old Prospector decides to continue what someone else clearly started.
"Obviously some feller thought this was a good place t'start! Heeheeheee!"
((We got a bandit on day one? That's pretty good! Congratulations everyone!))
Yeah, we got a bandit. :spits: Now we just gotta get a whole slew more of them squirrely buggers.
"An' don't think ah forgotten your disrespectin' a woman, neither!"
He waggles the rifle end menacingly.
As you fall asleep that evening, there are a few of you who stay awake.
*Scene zoom in to a cabin with smoke coming out of the chimney
There is a knock on the door. The homeowner answers….*
Figured you come for me. They always come for me….
*Shots are fired; a fight breaks out between Billy the Kidd and the homeowner. The homeowner knocks the gun out of the Kidd’s hand. He walks up to the Kidd, holding his pistol right at the outlaw’s chest…*
I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the west, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, you punk kid?.
Yes I do, actually…and that’s Kidd, with two D’s
*Click*
Dang…..
*More shots are fired….*
Gnome “Clint Eastwood” Barbarian was killed night one by the outlaws. He was a townsperson (villager).
*Elsewhere near dawn
A scream is heard from the hotel.* “Where is it? Where is my money! I can’t enter the tournament without my money. And why am I missing some pairs of lingerie….”
The scream came from one Mrs. Alarrabelle Bransford’s room. The bandits have struck, and have taken from her - 3 gold coins and some lacy undergarments. ((That wasn’t my thinking, I swear! So help me if I get a mod warning for this…..))
The Bandit’s now have 15% of the town’s gold.
*Special Gift – Due to the site lag issues that have been re-occurring. Those who didn’t point yesterday get a free ride. That don’t mean we won’t count today, so get to pointing! *
Day has started. Day ends in 48 hours. Sunday – High Noon forum time.
"Ms. Bransford? Ms. Bransford?" Brett Indurick comes running at the sound of Alarrabelle screaming.
((Not as bad as the comment I got in the first game of Pirates when I got protected :smallamused:))
They killed Marty?? NOO!!!!
Stealing gold I could understand...but stealing KNICKERS?
He shakes his head and looks for the banker, carrying the bar of pyrite he looked over last night.
"Oh, there's gonna be a wild time fer them bandits tonight! Heeheehee!"
The Crazy Old Prospector takes a swig from his jug of ether, only to find it empty. "Dad gum! Must be time for a refill." He staggers up the street and falls into the saloon.
"Whooeee! Fancy place here!"
Thes gives a grumpy "hrrmph" when people start making such a fuss over a pair of fancy knickers.
Alarrabelle opens the door to her room and throws herself into Indurick's arms, "Oh Burt! They've gone and taken all of my money! Whatever will I do?"
NOTICE CHANGE IN RULE/ROLE
Sorry Everyone, we are going to make a slight tweaking of the rules due to a fatal flaw in our thinking of different scenarios for the game.
CHANGE: We are going to allow the Bandit Devil the ability to scry to see where the Banker's safe is. We will also allow the Bandit's to have the option to steal either the safe or the money the person is holding if they find it.
WHY? - If the banker comes forward, and says "Hey, I'm the banker", that pretty much means the bandit's will lose, since everyone will transfer their money to the banker, thereby preventing the Bandits from stealing it. It's likely the outlaws won't kill the banker, since if the banker is keeping the bandits from winning, that helps the outlaws chances of winning. And since the bandits are stealing and not killing, there isn't much they would be able to do to overcome this obstacle.
If they scry the safe, won't they know who the banker is? - Nope. They will on see the safe if they scry the person whom the banker is protecting. And that can be whoever. If they steal the safe, the banker still lives.
Again, we apoligize for the change in roles/rules from the begining. We only just thought of this possibility happening and are making steps before it's too late to stop everyone from "placing all the eggs in one basket."
((Im taking over the record for most first night kills/lynchs...Joosbawx will be jealous.))
The Crazy Old Prospector looks around the saloon in his usually befuddled way. "Hey!" he calls. "This place got a bartender?"
One of the gamblers in the saloon gets up and Points at Indurain.
"I said this yesterday and I'll say it again today. Your winning streak has been too good. I think you're cheating."
The chinese shop keeper is standing in front of his shop and smiles.
So much talking around here and a muldel occuled this night. My oh my. And Lady Allarabelle has no money to pay me now.
You he points at Castaras did you pay youl last month bill?
Castaras twirls her gun, watching the chinese shop keeper.
Aye, I have. Paid me bills every week.
She takes out her other pistol, twirling both in her hands.
If I knew who to shoot, then I'd point at them. Currently, I have no idea. So I'll stand down.
Too many die lately.
You, (points at Castaras) swinging guns around. Mongo tink you have sometin' to do wid it!
((Hmm... doesn't it skew the game quite largely in favour of bandits winning? Citizens and outlaws both gain an advantage when one of the other groups is killed, and are disadvantaged when one of their own is killed. Bandits are advantaged when one of the others is killed, but are at no disadvantage when a bandit is killed. So one lone bandit could win the game just by waiting for the other groups to kill each other. Also it'd be tough to find a bandit by voting records; bandits don't have to protect each other, they can let each other get lynched with no detriment to the team.))
If I were a bandit, the first thing that I would do would be to "steal" the money from myself, thereby making it look as if I were not a bandit.
I mean, you get to keep the money that you "stole" and it removes suspicion at the same time.
That's exactly what I would do....
For that reason, I'll *point at Alarrabelle* again today.
"Hmm, that Shadow fella talks some sense."
* Ink points at Alarra
Shadow has a point, aye...but I've known that Alarrabelle for some time, and she'd never do something like that.
In fact, I assumed she'd be in league with you, Shadow, if anything...but if you're pointing at her...
Well, all I can say, is...Alarrabelle ain't no criminal.
He points at Shadow a little angrily.
Brett Indurick casually places his hand on his money pouch to make sure it's still there before giving Ms. Alarabelle a hug.
"I'm sure we'll figure out something. We'll hunt those bandits down, don't you worry."
Hearing the talk coming from the other villagers. "You sure do seem to know a lot about the ways of banditry sir..." He says, pointing at Shadow.
"You think I would steal from myself? Why....that's just ridiculous!" *points at Shadow