OOC: Perhaps we should also have a few NPCs for the Outlaws as well. It least 2 or 3.
IC: Larz noticed Hoss approaching the desk, which made Larz jump out from the chair. "Hey boss." he said with firm voice. "I was just going over the plans.” Larz turned toward the desk and began pointing to the locations he had marked. “Now there is a big patch of rock to tough for the hoses, so were gonna blow it to bits. There might be huge deposit underneath, so I need you to get those Clakkerz digging some holes so I can place the dynamite.” Larz rolled up the map and a small grin appeared on his face. “I have a good feeling about this spot and if I’m right, the money train might be rolling a little early this week.
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Carl was in a bad mood after being barked at by Hoss. He grumbled as he sprayed the mountain side with the high powered hose, breaking free the sparkling rocks. While he sprayed the mountain side, the Clakkerz began harvesting the minerals.
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Bruce’s arm was hit by one of the Slig’s bullets. He bellowed in pain and blood was pouring out from the wound. Bruce aimed his rifle at the running slig and fired several shots, which all missed due too his hurt arm.
Bruce sat the rifle down and pulled out a first aid kit. The wound wasn’t that bad, once he gets it patched up, his arm should be fine enough to shoot with. He groaned as he pulled the bullet out from his flesh. Bruce then tied a bandage around it and stood up to see if the Slig was still running. “YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE LAST OF US YOU LITTLE WORM!” Roared Bruce.
He then looked toward Mafisto. “I say we head back to the hideout and get the boys. Maybe it’s time we pay a little visit to this town and show-em who runs things around here.”
OCC: I know the healing was a little unreal, but i did not want to spend two posts patching Bruce's arm.
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