*Tips hat from his forehead*
Let's get this roundup back on the road, shall we? HEEEHAAAAW!!!!
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*Tips hat from his forehead*
Let's get this roundup back on the road, shall we? HEEEHAAAAW!!!!
Departure time is still on schedule.
Just a note:
"Heehaw," is the sound a mule makes, and was also a TV show for awhile. "Yeehaw," I believe may have been the sound you were looking for.
Although, this game shall be based on actual people who were written about in the autobiography of the same title. Don't expect movie stereotypes for the characters. Imagine more your favorite western villain merged with a hobo, and you'll have a good idea where these cats are coming from.
We'll be starting off in the "jungles" around Pocatello, Utah. Then a much different place than it is today.
Anyway, see you all in a few hours. And I hope you'll all enjoy this little romp.
Alright, I'll be sending out Roles within the hour.
Some may be abbreviated, and will receive addendum on their character later.
I'm going to have to run out of town and see my new nephew, Edward.
Another note: The first night period will last a full 48 hour cycle (equal to the day cycle). This should allow some people to get used to their roles.
huh? rol? lalala
:closed: this thread has been allowed to carry on to long folks, now it ends :inquisitive:
Oh... ok.
Bye.
Ares, really what are you thinking? :inquisitive:Quote:
Originally Posted by 777Ares777
:inquisitive:Quote:
Originally Posted by 777Ares777
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Opening (abbreviated):
Day Time: The Jungles around Pocatello, Utah.
Here it is, a grand Convention of the Johnsons! So named, because their numbers are so numerous.
Plenty of Dr. Hall (alcohol) springing about, and of course the muligans. there is a river nearby.
All is not well, as word has come back that a couple of you have somehow disappeared last night, and are in the county jail. How did that happen...
Hmmm.
Begin Day one.
Good luck.
:holmes: Oh Dear, how can one suggest a target for criminal activity when ones mind has limited resources?
Just want to clarify if I'm in the game or not because my names not in the sign up sheet and I didn't get a PM so...
If not, sorry for being late. :shame:
I've thought about it, and perhaps the number for this game should be 13.
Welcome aboard Mr. Roink.
Let me see if I can finish everything up nicely all quick like, and we can really get this hoe down under way.
Edit:
All full Role PMS are out. I understand some of you are going to be confused by some of the lingo, or have questions regarding your characters.
If you want more background, let me know, and I'll try and fish you out a good passage from the book.
A couple things regarding lexicon, some of which is in the opening or in some of my posts:
Yeggman- usually Safe cracker, or highway man.
Dr. Hall- alcohol
Convention- get together of a bunch criminals and Dr. Hall
Jungle- wooded rural area
Town Whittler- Town Sheriff or Constable... named so because they an usually be found sitting outside the jail whittling
Bull- cop
Gold-brick- A bar of brass sold off as gold
I'll try and give yous guys a full lexicon as we go through it all.
I'll give y'all the opening very shortly.
The roads are a lonely place for a lonely profession, and are filled with a dust that can dry more than a man’s throat. Sometimes even a lone wolf wants to find his pack. For you, my dear ladies and gentlemen of the roads, there is one sure way to find those companions who would understand your mind: A convention.
It just so happens one St. Louis Frank recently was released Salt Lake City Prison. As he was a dear friend of you alls, it is only natural that you would celebrate his return to freedom. And so, in the town of Pocatello, Utah, south of Salt Lake, a convention is brewing in the Jungles.
And so the party grew and became its own beast. Everyone was joyous and in good spirits.Quote:
Bums, thieves, beggars, and yeggs appeared as if they had magic carpets. In no time the thing assumed the proportions of a convention. Everyone had money.
Of course, all good things must come to an end. It seems that in the midst of he celebration, the very reason for it, St. Louis Frank, somehow has been put into the Pocatello Jail. But how did those coppers know where everybody is? There hasn’t been a raid. Are they just picking you off as you go into town for more Dr. Hall?
Or perhaps some of your number are playing for the side of the law…
Note: Please remember, in this game, you are the criminal activity.
Voting may begin. Day ends in around 48 hours.
Vote: El Diablo
Your name sounds too criminal...I reckon your using it as a cover for somethin more law abiden...
Awww... now El Diablo has had to endure that in games before.
I'd like to take this opportunity to bait the mafia into killing me please. I have a role and you should take me out before I do any damage.
:laugh2:
I get to laugh at you no matter what you do, so you might as well have the satisfaction of killing me. Voting for myself is not good townie behavior, and I'd prefer that we lynched someone, so...
Vote: Sarathos
Random-ish choice.
Askthepizzaguy behaves like a damned townie. We all know townies are to be robbed, beaten up or just shot for pleasure.
*** farts ***
I don't trust that guy. He seems too damn honest and straight. And he doesn't seem to be drunk either. Never trust a man who doesn't drink.
Vote : Askthepizzaguy
Askthepizzaguy... behaves too honest...
I think I'll laugh in your face, fart boy. :laugh2:
Wipes 'medication' from moustache and reattaches cheroot to lower lip. Brushes dust from gammy eye and sniffs something that sounds like a custard horseshoe through sinuses
"Seems like we got ourselves sumthin of a bacon and yeggs sit-yoo-ashun."
Why 'random-ISH' pizzaguy?
WILD & FREE
boudica
777Aries777
Quintus.JC
Caius
YLC
Andres
Tiberius of the Drake
Siguard
CountArach
187Beefyz
Sarathos
ATPG
Reenk Roink
Current Tally
ATPG 1 (Andres)
Sarathos 1 (ATPG)
El DIablo 1 (YLC)
*Clears the table in the bar and starts serving up everyone's usual drink of choice*
*Kicks a homeless man out of the tavern*
"I saw Reenk join into this little party we got going here late - he's one of my regulars and I certainly would trust him at least as far as I could throw him. At least as far as I could throw him out of my bar..."
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Treat Reenk as townie - he joined after the role PMs were decided.
*spits*Quote:
Originally Posted by Yoyoma1910
Callin' me a mule are we? Let's see how fast you are with that six shooter there ... :wiseguy:
OOC: There will be more mistakes as English is not my first language. I appreciate the notion though. I would have continued writing the wrong term.
On the whole, I agree that it's probably likely that he's someone we can trust, especially in this par-ticular game where everyone seems to have a role. So I'll consider him to be square as well. Unfortunately, that means he's probably going to be the first to go. Perhaps if we have someone to keep watch over him, they could safeguard his life, unless he requests that no one do so.
Maybe I'm thinkin' too much for the first round, so it'd be nice if one of you gentlemen would kindly buy me a drink. Too much thinkin' means not enough drinkin'!
:cowboy:
Who wants a drink with me? :turtle:
If you're buying, stranger, I'm up for whatever you're puttin down.
Haha, Sigurd the mule.
I think I'm going to call you that during the rest of this meeting.
A toast to the mule!
*** Puts a bottle of bourbon on his lips and drinks ***
heh - and then Sigurd replied " ee, ee-orrrways calls me that!"Quote:
Originally Posted by Andres
coughs up a tobacco-stained phlegm-glob the size of a blue-jay egg and launches it with unerring accuracy at the spitoon - where it makes the sound of a frog hitting a wall as it breaks the scummy surface
Now pass that bourbon!
My right hand might kick like a mule, but that is the only resemblance I assure you.Quote:
Originally Posted by Andres
If you don't keep that wittiness inside your wind breaking trunk, I will have to show you a specimen of this mule power.
Ho boy. Ahem.... *puts on a horrible, horrible falsetto voice that would make even the toughest man cringe* "Boys, boys.... I do declare that we should resolve our differences peacefully!"
blows kisses at both of them*
Shakes her money maker and smears lipstick on herself.
"My dear, dear Sigurd... why don't you come over here and demonstrate your mule-like strength for me. I love a man with strong, sinewy palms with which to hold me tight."
*curls her finger in a come-hither gesture. Sits on a barrel and uncrosses her legs, in a very unladylike pose.
A temptin' offer dear lady, but I am the married kind and I hold my vows in deep regard. The Lord would strike me dead if I should befoul my marriage with the beloved Cathrine.Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
... I hear this land has a prophet with them mormons. Can't say I believe in all that, but better keep on the safe side.
*** Stares at Pizzagal ***
Howdie mylady. I have less problems with futile objections like marriage.
*** Spits right before Sigurd's feet, mumbling "Mule" ***
Get over here darling!