Ye Olde West. (Game officially underway)

[Supagoof]

((Reminder - You must point for it to count as activity. Two days without pointing = autohang. The point and retract does not count either. So point your finger, gun, arrow, or whatever at someone....

As it stands so far
{table] 1 Vote | Pointed at by
Indurain | HyramGraff
Janusnori | Kyrian
Saurous | Lord Magtok
Psychoduck14 | Purple Gelatenous Cube of Doom [/table]
26 hours left til hanging. With ties, we hang whoever was pointed at first.))

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(well...according to my calculations, Tormsskull has stayed alive for a long time in many of the other games he's been in, so I think that if I have to have a day one victim simply on guessing then I'd pick him. I really can't believe you all are voting at new players. That's rude.)

*The yet undecided llama character points at Tormsskull*

[Eldritch Knight]

Might as well.

Hamish Strong (EK) points at Tormskull

[Cobra_Ikari]

Ikari points at Kyrian.

There's something suspect about that guy...

[Castaras]

Castaras twirls her gun, thinking. She looks round the crowds, and raises her other hand to point at Tormsskull.

[Ink]

Ink rides into town and slips into the saloon, quietly observing the surroundings and not saying a word. He eyes several townspeople suspiciously and finally casts a pointed gaze at Kyrian.

[Thes Hunter]

Several days ago, a kid rode into tow. Not, even old enough to grow even a scruff of a beard, but still he wears a soiled and worn confederate uniform. Worn weary and penniless this kid talked the barkeep into doing odd jobs for a place to sleep in the barn, and a shot of whiskey now and again.


This same kid walks out onto the street, with the wide gate of someone attempting to look bow legged, more so than being naturally bowlegged.

He leans sullenly against one of the store fronts while he watches the happens out of the corner of one of his eyes.

[janusnori]

Sitting there drinking in the Saloon, I looked down at my glass of whiskey. I shot it back and set the glass down again on the counter. "I'll take another" The bartender looked at me warily. I had gained a reputation for being a heavy drinker those few times when I graced this part of town with my presence. Usually I was too busy treating patients, running off to some farm or another, trying to keep everyone alive and not killing themselves by taking folk "remedies", to come down to the saloon. But when I did, woo boy, usually they just dumped me off in my office later that evening.

"So who was it this time?", the bartender asked me. I knew what he was talking about. Apparently he had noticed the connection between the evenings that I find time to drink, and a fight with a local resident.

"Oh it was nothing, just a little spat with someone over the Old Man"

"Oh come now, just tell me who it was, I'm sure he didn't mean nothin' by it"

"It was him.." *points at Kyrian*

[Selrahc]

((A first day bandwagon started on the grounds of someone being due a turn at dying seems fair enough to me.

That hes a good enough candidate for an alpha game just doubles the reasons.

*Points at Tormsskull*
))

*Starts shuffling cards down at the local saloon*

((Might as well give being in character a try too, so consider me the local croupier))

[Alarra]

(Ah....so the criteria is likely to be chosen by an alpha? Well in that case...)

Alarrabelle glides back into the saloon and notices that there's a new dealer. "I think maybe I'll play over at that table" *points at Selrahc "Care to join me Burt?" Alarrabelle gives him her best 'I need a man who's good at poker to come play next to me so that I don't lose' smile.

[Bassetking]

Several days ago, a kid rode into tow. Not, even old enough to grow even a scruff of a beard, but still he wears a soiled and worn confederate uniform. Worn weary and penniless this kid talked the barkeep into doing odd jobs for a place to sleep in the barn, and a shot of whiskey now and again.


This same kid walks out onto the street, with the wide gate of someone attempting to look bow legged, more so than being naturally bowlegged.

He leans sullenly against one of the store fronts while he watches the happens out of the corner of one of his eyes.

The Door To Basset's New Dry Goods bangs open, and a dustpan in uncerimoniously emptied upon The young man lounging against its storefront.

Oh! Son, I'm awful sorry. Didn' see 'ya standin' there!

Basset walks back inside his store and comes back out with two sticks of candy. Grinning at the youth, Rex proffers the sweets.

No hard feelin's son. Take these. And, if'n 'ya wouldn't mind, could 'ya go tell that feller over there *Points at Kyrian* that his shipment came in?

[Kyrian]

Jeezus...first time I get this role, and I have to reveal it day one. Hear ye all you smart people pointing at me. I be a mason. I'd give you the correct term, if the boards weren't flipping out every two seconds. But I am indeed mason, not wolf, or whatever they're called, again, boards being hateful.

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

The Crazy Old Prospector stumbles into the saloon, sipping from his clay jug that smells even more potent than usual. "Heheehee! What's the game boys?"

[Hitchhiker]

Hitch, after a moment of pondered silence, realized that jumping on the bandwagon would be the least suicidal option for the moment, and pointed at Tormsskull, figuring the others must have had a good reason to.

[Ink]

After some consideration the dark stranger removes his gaze from Doc Kyrian and points at Selrahc instead.

[Shadow]

The quiet shirtless clog wearing indian *raises a finger towards Alarrabelle* and (not so quietly) whistles between his forefinger and pinky in such a high pitch that Bassetking almost attacks him.

"White lady is hot!"

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

The Crazy Old Prospector takes a seat at the faro table, drinking ether and telling stories as he plays. He seems to be breaking even, in spite of himself.

[Kyrian]

Doc Kyrian takes the time that the Prospector is gone to lock himself into his home, using padlocks and combo locks from the future.

[The Valiant Turtle]

A young cowpoke playing ball in the street tries to figure out whats going on and asks his friend if these people realize that many of them are pointing at the cowboy not appearing in this game.

[Shadow]

((I was going to keep my mouth shut. I thought it was funny....))

[Tormsskull]

*snip*

((Dude, you totally ruined a record I was going for. First ever lynched in a game he wasn't even in))

[Eldritch Knight]

((.....Hmmmm....))

I thought I had dealt with these Hallucinations........

Hamish Strong points at Selrahc

[Alarra]

(You signed up though....what happened? Did you drop out?)

[The Valiant Turtle]

((It is pretty hilarious, but we'd have to lynch the runner up, which might surprise a few people, especially the lynchee))

[Supagoof]

((Dude, you totally ruined a record I was going for. First ever lynched in a game he wasn't even in))

((Sorry Tormsskull, you can't be killed if you aren't here. Though that would be the best record ever. Maybe if you have more votes then whomever gets lynched, we can still credit it to you....though the town has still gotta hang someone here in Ye Olde West. Get to pointing people, 13 hours left. ))

[Zeb The Troll]

Ok, I'll give this one a shot. (get it? shot?)

((Dude, you totally ruined a record I was going for. First ever lynched in a game he wasn't even in))

((Bu... Wha...? Huh? How's come you're not in this game?))

Mongo not like when people play tricks.

*points at Atreyu*

You! That not nice!

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

( I thought he was in the game. H'e's in all the others.

Okay, I found out afterward that he wasn't in the game, but by then I'd already posted. I didn't expect it to catch on.)

[Tormsskull]

((Bu... Wha...? Huh? How's come you're not in this game?))

Between sign-up and game start life hit me like a ton of bricks. Instead of just hanging in the game I thought it better to sit this one out.

[Kyrian]

Doc Kyrian removes his finger from janusnori and points at Selrahc.

That was a dirty trick for you all to let happen for so long.

[Helgraf]

Y'all ain't nothin known but it ain't polite pointin' at a woman!

:chews chaw, spits:

'at's rather ... squirrely behavior if'n ye asked me - and I know ye didn't.

* Squirrel-Hunter McGee points at Shadow for violation of chivalry *