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"You...You were willing to throw me out to those fiends?! I thought you were a sheriff...." Billy-Ray said, gasping heavily. "I could of died, I could've gotten skinned alive...." He continued........Is this sheriff crazy? Would he really of done that?... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "So, they beat the shit out of Lary's pants?" Mort said to Kert, intregued. "Yup sir, that damn sheriff had the cahones to knock him down. I personally think we should attack 'em, and teach those little wimps a lesson. What do ya' think?" Kert said, waiting for an answer. "Of course we are going to attack 'em, idiot! Especially sense they still have Billy-Ray there. We will burn their place down just like we did to Billy's." They all roared with laughter as him, Kert, and his captains went over the siege of Spitoonstone. It was all falling into place... |
OOC: Sorry for late reply, I was just unsure if Billy-Ray was taken by the Outlaws or not. Munch's Master, Zozo, Moosh, where are ya'll? This RPG would probably have more action if we get more RPers here.
IC: Whyte glared angrily at the Outlaws as they disappeared far into the horizon. Knowing those thick-headed barbarians, they'll keep their word and come back ten fold. The Gluk Sherrif turned back to face Billy, who was ranting on. Instead of feeling any remorse, Whyte felt more angered. "Listen Clakker! My idea went on fine! It woulda set you AND this town FREE from those grabby reptiles! It was just that damn Outlaw alpha (OOC: Kert), who didn't go along as planned." Indeed, Whyte's ideas were truly messed with. His intentions were to allow the Outlaws to take Billy, so then he may stealthily follow them to their base of operation. Whyte simmered down, but still eyed into Billy's ruffled face. The Glukkon sucked in what little pride he had left and tipped his hat to those who watched the event. Whyte walked outta the building, Kelpy following him. |
IC: Angeal left the side of the bar and began to walk off. As he was walking, he noticed something odd. All of the townsfolk were looking at him with scared surprise. "What the hell-" he said as he looked down. "Oh shit!" He exclaimed under his breath. He had forgotten to remove his wrist-guards. He quietly unsnapped them, and put them away. Almost as if it was a video game of some sort, all the townsfolk immeadiately went back to doing what they were doing as if he had never had them out. Scratching his head in bewilderment, Angeal decided to walk to the general store...
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OOC Um...what?? Nice one there. Reset game in: 5..4..3..2..1..
IC "I didn't know! That woulda' been great if you coulda' filled me in on the suppoused master plan o' yours! If I knew, I woulda' of course not broke down and near crapped my breechers! Now we have only two options-" Billy-Ray tried to finish but Whyte left before he could. He looked around at who was still in the bar. "What do you guys say, stay here and fortisafy (Fortify) the town, or chase them sons a bitches to their hideout? I can all treat us to new guns at the general store, if anyone is interested in helpin' me getting my dignity back. Oh...And anyone got a spare pare of overalls I can borrow?" He said as he grinned a wide smile. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kert, preparing for tonight's siege -Or heck, maybe tommorow's-, went over to his pens and starting deciding which slogs he should bring. Le'see, he said...Fang is the biggest and meanest (he looked down at a dark purple one with giant fangs), but Gonzales is the fastest (a small, red, agile slog).....And Nari is the best tracker...Heck, might as well bring all six of 'em! He said in his head (not having enough time to talk to himself about the other three...). Now, I wonder who's gonna be the captains.... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mort looked around at the bands of outlaws that were loosely organized around him. A few cutters were practicing throwing knives at bulls eyes, while shooters set up training dummies out side, and the nailers picked on one of the snipers for not seeing any action...Shooters, cutters, semi-autos, nailers, snipers, mortars, suicide bombers.....What don't I have? Well, he didn't have flamers, but thats another story...Ha soon i'll be the boss of Spittoonstone! OOC should we have this little siege (unless the decision is made to do a late night ambush by the citizens of spittoonstone) at night or during the day, tommorow? |
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I guess, but I don't think it really opens up windows for people to jump in at random, I mean if people live in the town and are inside of houses, they could come out if they hear a rucuss and see the outlaws at the gate and run for a gun. But then again isn't the time around mid-dayish right now?
But also whoever is in the bar can answer billy-ray's call and go get guns with him from the general store to defend the town, but then again, that's not really much of a defense. So there would probably overwhelming odds in that of the outlaws, unless Whyte goes all mr.Badass and sneaks into the base while they are still there and plants a bomb or something like that to weaken there forces. So it will mostly be based on what Whyte does. Ok, so right now we have four people that are really doing this, me, xX_abe_Xx, chronicler, and kind of oddey. We need the others to come back :( |
OOC: I fully agree.
IC: After listening to the clakker's idea, Garit pondered what would be smarter: Staying for a fight, getting the hell out of this place or going straight for the head of the snake. 'Getting out of here won't help cause I'm still hungry. Staying for a fight would be as near dangerous as ambushing... only they wouldn't know we were there if it was an ambush.' Ambush was the best choice he'd need to get some food first. Making his decision, he responded "I think we should go for an ambush at their camp, but where is their camp? And does anybody sell food in this town? I haven't had anything all morning." Hoping that he could finally get some food soon, he waited for a response. |
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"Well, If we can go back to the wreck of my old house and get to the basement, I probably have some food there. Maybe a couple of loafs of bread, but it's better than nothing. I know where their hideout is, on account of me and them having some......"trades" goin' on there...." Billy-ray said. "But we need to find the sheriff if we want to ambush 'em, couse they got dozens o' men there that could easily slaughter us." |
IC: Angeal left the the general store with a box of Fuzzle bites, munching away happily. He had no idea where the rest of the day was going to go so he decided to go and inspect the house that the Outlaws burned down. It wasn't that far away, he decided, and since he had nothing better to do, he went and started to search. It was quite a wreck. He was basically searching for any bodies, but instead he came across some basic stuff, silverware, a couple loaves of bread, some photographs, etc.
OOC: I really have NO idea where I'm going with this. IC: He wrapped up the items individuall with some cloth, and placed them all in a box. He left the box on what used to be a table in what used to be the living room, and started to leave the house. He wondered why the Outlaws chose this particular- OOC: Things? My character doesn't know what species got their house burned down, so I guess things would be the correct term here... IC: -things house. Were they just selecting a house at random, just to cause mayhem? "Nah, even Outlaws ain't that stupid..." He decided that the Outlaws must have some alterior motive, and instead of leaving the building, simply stayed close by to question the owner of the building... |
OOC: Fuzzle bites... I can't remember if I thought those up in my fan-fic or if they're official Oddworld food.
IC: 'A loaf of bread would really do me good right about now. Not to mention it doesn't sound like he's trying to sell me it, but rather give it.' Garit thought. "Alright well's lets go and have a look at that basement." Garit said as he stood up, walked out the door and waited for the clakker. He realized that he hadn't paid for the drink, but the bartender did not seem to be in a state to ask for paying. Even if he was, Garit only had so much money. |
"Alrighty then, lets head out." He lead Garit to the trail to his house, and by the time they got there, he saw a box on the table. "Wonder what this is...." He opened it up and unraveled one of the clothes. "Oh thank odd! I still got some of my fine china." He put down two plates and pulled out a couple loafs of bread and got out a can of opple juice and whatever dining tools were left. "Go ahead and eat, i'll go check in the basement if there are any weapons down there left.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Alright then, it's decided! Get ready to head out boys! We will leave in thirty minutes, got it? Good, now Kert, you know what to do. The rest of you start organizin' into groups." Mort said, ordering them around. "You!" he ordered to one of the smaller runts, "get my flag, we are gonna' claim Spittoonstone as ours." The little midget ran off to follow orders as the rest of them began getting organized. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kert put the iron chain leeshes around the six of the slegs, holding three of the leeshes in each hand, while the slegs sat down on the ground and chewed on their bones. "Haha, this is gonna be loads of fun..." He spit out a load of phlem and laughed. |
IC: As Angeal was watching the house, he noticed a Clakker and a Slig go into the wreck of the house. The slig looked hungry, and the Clakker looked like he wet his pants. Angeal decided that this was the owner of the house and began to follow them into the house, keeping a distance of course. He watched as they ate the bread, and as he followed them into the basement, he accidentally stepped on a broken piece of floor, causing his foot to fall through.
OOC: Pretty clumsy for an assassin, huh? IC: He closed his eyes and waited for someone to scream, shoot or wet their pants again... OOC: Sorry Stonetooth |
IC:Garit looked down at the bread. It looked edible, so without further ado he took a bite out of it. After taking a couple of mouthfulls he heard something down in the basement. Wondering if he should investigate he finished up his bread sat back. Deciding it was a smart idea he went down the stairs into the basement, and looked around. In the middle of the basement was something with it's foot stuck in the floor. Garit was pretty sure this was an intruder, but, deciding it was in no posistion to fight, he asked it "Who are you and what are you doing here?".
OOC: I wonder where Zozo and Moosh went... |
Deciding that he had no other choice, Angeal answered. "My name is Angeal. I was inspecting the house. I wrapped up the bread and other items for you guys. I was hoping to ask the Clakker over there a couple'a questions..."
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IC: Garit wasn't sure what to beleive. While it was true the bread had been wraped up, this Angeal might not have been telling the truth. Deciding that since he was stuck there, he ought to let the clakker know. "Hey uh... Billy! There's a guy stuck in the floor down here!" He called out. "Yeah Billy's the owner of this... house I guess. It's all burnt down now on account of outlaws and we're gonna ambush them soon."
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"Damnit, not another one of them drunkerds..." Billy marched down the stairs and saw the form of a man with his leg stuck in the wood of the floor, and Garit next to him. "Oh, it's not a drunk, thank odd. Why the bloody hell ya' sneakin' round my house..Not much of a house anymore...But either way, why are you here?"
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OOC: FINALLY I AM KNOWN TO OTHER CHARACTERS! WOOHOO!!!
IC: "Well, obviously, the Outlaws burned down your house. But I know the Outlaws 'round these parts. They wouldn't just burn down a house for no reason. so let me ask ya. What did you do to make the Outlaws so pissed off at you?" Angeal said as he tried getting his foot out of the floor... OOC: You mentioned earlier that Billy-Ray had some, "trades" with the Outlaws, so I kinda just jumped onto that topic... |
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"Nothing that I need to tell YOU about. My own buisness is my own buisness! Now, if you are going to help us on our ambush, I suggest you get a gun." Billy said, waiting for a response. "But, before we go, come up stairs and get some food." OOC Chronicler needs to post soon, couse I'm waiting to see what Whyte is going to do... >_< |
IC: Angeal pulled his foot out of the floor. "Fine..." He went upstairs and took some of the bread. "Oh, by the way. I don't use guns. Too heavy, weighs me down. So I use these..." He pulled out his wrist guards/blades. "I'll help ya out a little bit with this ambush thing, I spose..."
OOC: I am KNOWN to other characters!!!!!!!!! FINALLYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!! EDIT: Where are you guys?_? I've been waiting forever for someone else to post. I'm getting lonely... |
"Well why the hell not! Let's lock n' load buddies. But I doubt we can take 'em with this small force of....one....two....three. Well, unless we count the shereff, that's four. But, we'd need about a dozen if we want to take them, but let's go ahead and try...Either way it helps someone."
Edit: Yeah, i've been someone busy, I don't know about the other guys though. |
OOC: I'm not too sure if we have Chronicler in this anymore. If it comes to it I'll take control of Sherrif Whyte. But only if it comes to it.
IC: Garit wondered if this really was good choice. Weighing the odds of winning a fight with a band of outlaws, he decided it was going to be a very uneven fight. As Angeal got out from the floor Garit pulled out his pistol. Deciding his pistol wouldn't be the best thing in a fight, he asked "So about those guns... Where did you say they were?" OOC: Chronicler will definately have to come back soon if we are to keep this RPG running. |
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hey umm, iwould've just edited my last post, but there was no edit button. WHER THE HELL IS EVERYBODY?!?!?!?!?
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I think it's safe to say this RPG has passed away. I would normally try to uphold it, but with Chronicler giving up on this there's no way we can continue with just Stonetooth, Xx_Abe_xX and me. Or at least not properly.
Goodbye, another great creation by Chronicler.:( |
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