IC: Garit heard the sherrif saying that he was giving up the clakker for the safety of the town. Looking up he saw a pair of outlaws by the door. He'd prefer if they just left, but at least he wasn't about to be skinned alive. That clakker may not really have deserved it, but Garit wasn't about to put his on life on the line for some random citizen he didn't even know. Looking out the window, he noticed that way out by the gate, there was three outlaws. Sensing this would get nasty, he ducked under the table hoping nobody could see him. Gripping his fingers around his gun very tightly, he got ready to shoot it if need be.
OOC: Xx_Abe_xX, that was peraps one of the funniest ever posts in the RPG section.
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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