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by Castelia » Sat Aug 29, 2020 11:42 am
by Voxija » Sun Aug 30, 2020 4:33 am
by Stollberg-Stolberg » Sun Aug 30, 2020 6:38 am
Castelia wrote:Thus, there was a big scary man, wearing a mask, approaching the caravan.
by American Pere Housh » Sun Aug 30, 2020 5:23 pm
Castelia wrote:A Certain House, Main Street, East Zilch
Djingles
"There, just a bit more and... done!"
A triumphant grin on his face, Djingles stood up and admired his creation. It was a wooden mask, painted to resemble the make-up of a clown. This was the 5th and final mask that Djingles had been laboring for the entire week to produce.
Heh, now I just gotta let this thing dry, then it's off to distributing them around, he thought to himself. The plan was to give away these masks to the townsfolk as a sort of advertisement for his clown act, which was an admittedly smart move to make. While he could sell the masks and make some money, Djingles decided that giving them away for free was the smarter move for now, for he needed all the good attention he could take.
While waiting for the mask to dry, Djingles decided to reflect for a bit on his current life on East Zilch. It had not been too long ago, three months to be precise, since he had arrive at this small town in the middle of nowhere. An aspiring clown could have traveled somewhere else, a larger town perhaps, but Djingles knew there was competition there, and from far better established clowns too. Thus, he had to start somewhere small, and it was East Zilch he chose. If he could build up his confidence and talent here, he would have more courage to go to the larger cities. But so far, despite his self-proclaimed talent, he was going nowhere.
It wasn't that the townsfolk didn't hire him, oh no. He had done plenty of work in East Zilch, but it wasn't the work he wanted. He remembered his first job, when he walked up to a certain rich merchant and asked if he could perform as a clown for the merchant's daughter's birthday party. Instead, he ended up a bodyguard in charge of watching over the merchant's store while the party was ongoing. Impressed that no one tried to rob the store, the merchant began hiring him on a regular basis, and soon everyone who could afford his services was paying him a visit. He was soon guarding stores and homes, acting as a chauffeur, and at one point even became a debt collector on behalf of a moneylender.
Lots of bodyguard work, no clown activities. All because of my looks. Allowing himself to sigh, he walked over to a table where the other four masks were laid. Picking up one, he put it on and began practicing his clown work, dreaming of the day when he would finally be allowed to perform.
Then he suddenly heard a commotion outside, and someone was shouting really loudly. Wondering what the heck was happening (and excited that something new was happening in this sleepy town for once), he rushed out of the house, forgetting that his mask was still on.
Thus, there was a big scary man, wearing a mask, approaching the caravan.
by Talchyon » Tue Sep 01, 2020 5:02 am
Voxija wrote:Tater asked, "What's goin' on here, Miss Sarah? And who are these folks?"
Sarah Stein knew Tater Frye well enough. He stopped by at her saloon sometimes, usually with his comr— compatriot Buckaroo. But where was Buck? Oh well, Sarah had a lot of things to tell Frye before asking him about his fellow cowhand.
"Apparently, Mr. Frye, a load of Fells Cargo wagons showed up carryin' a heck ton a gold. Them horses pullin' those wagons don't look so good, an' we need a man good with horses to go check them out. You're good with horses, so I went to get you. I don't hold with those big gold wagons coming to our town, people'll get killed over them. So where's Buckaroo? You're always with him. Where's 'e now?"
As Sarah talked, she walked over to the wagons and the horses and the bars of gold. But, as it turns out, she didn't need to talk at all, as the shotgun rider had explained everything already, in a loud tone of voice, too. It was louder than even Miss Stein could shout on a good day.
Sarah grumbled, not even listening to Tater Frye's answer. It was like the shotgun rider didn't know what sort of time period he was in. His loud voice would attract every bandit in Texas! And that was when Sarah realized that she had been just as crazy too, vaulting over the counter to wail about the wagons like she had hysteria. Sarah felt something she hadn't in a long time—regret.
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Pax Nerdvana » Tue Sep 01, 2020 6:58 am
by Voxija » Tue Sep 01, 2020 3:18 pm
Talchyon wrote:Tater also said to Miss Sarah with a look of dismay at the mention of Buck. So he whispered to her, not wanting the news to spread. "Oh, Miss Sarah. It's awful. The sheriff had to arrest Buck. He didn't want to, but he had to. Buck's wanted for murder!"
by Danubian Peoples » Tue Sep 01, 2020 7:36 pm
Danubian Peoples wrote:Main Street, East Zilch
Billy With the Kid
Billy's face boiled a hot red with fury. Here she was, being threatened with force, and she had the gall to comment on Billy's goat husbandry skills? "I'll have 'ya know here that Jimmy here has single-handedly taken out several dozen 'Messican soldiers a few years back, and I ain't afraid to make 'im do the same to 'ya. So knock off the nonsense, Missy Little-rack, and SCRAM! Scram I tell 'ya! Get outta my waayyy...."
Billy halted speech mid-sentence, his words turning into a long, monotonous drawl as he turned his head to meet the object of his current desire. "Right there, Jimmy. The ones with wheels, just as I said. And it appears they're owned by the guvmint? Maybe, maybe this ain't as unillegal as I initially imagined.." Billy sniffed the air in anticipation, only for his head to suddenly swivel back to Charlotte!
"Wait, then this means there ain't time left! We've gotta act fast, Jimmy! Get Dum Gin outta here, and plan out our huntin' mission right now!" Billy momentarily pauses to grab some breaths. "Oh right, Little-rack. Where we again? Ah, yes. Scram 'ya idiot scram! Get away from Mister Dum Gin right this instant, because I ain't afraid to use Jimmy on 'ya whatsoever! Nevermind the fact that Jimmy is currently behind me..because he can destroy 'ya from over there too!"
by Stollberg-Stolberg » Wed Sep 02, 2020 9:53 am
by Voxija » Wed Sep 02, 2020 3:23 pm
Stollberg-Stolberg wrote:He started to go down his stairs to go to the Bar, now an glass of Alcohol would be appropriate since he needed an light pain reliever. He was strongly against other drugs used as pain killers without any other thougts about the consiquences of them. As he opened the door he ignored anything around him, he was actually quite good at it, it wasn´t an full Tunnelvision but it wasn´t an full Daydreaming Thing. After he arived at the Bar he tried to speak to order something from the Barkeeper but he had an very quiet Voice when he was around lots of People, but the only thing that was understandable was "Federweisser or Absinth?" or the word of "Please" the Please he said alot of times. After all Quote: "Which great Story didn´t start without an Glass of Alcohol."
by Stollberg-Stolberg » Thu Sep 03, 2020 6:52 am
Voxija wrote:Sarah Stein had just got to her usual place, so she could service Professor Von Schoppenhauer. But she couldn't hear his order. All she heard was mumbles, so Sarah couldn't know what he wanted. But the fellow sounded German, so Sarah would serve her specialty. Sure, Germany wasn't a country, but her opa had ranted about wanting it to be so.
"Sorry, Mister. We don't serve Feather-whiter or absinthe around here. Absinthe doesn't even guve hallucinations, anyway. At least, that's what I heard from a poet who stayed here once. New guy, huh? I'd like to recommend my specialty, Beer Stein. Sounds familiar? I'm sure any of the men in this town can attest to the effectiveness of Beer Stein. You might be new to the West, but if you wanna stay in this here town, you better get used to rough drinks and rough livin'."
Sarah took a deep breath and brought out a stein of Beer Stein. A classic stein, brought from the Stein ancestral land in the Old Country to South Carolina to East Zilch. Sarah wondered what the German professor would think about it.
by Voxija » Thu Sep 03, 2020 2:22 pm
Stollberg-Stolberg wrote:"That Beer was great and I thank you for that, but I would like something stronger." *He looked around on the Drink Menu* "That thing called 'Devils Blood' sounds good could I order one, Please? Oh and also I heard your name was Stein, from which part of Germany were you or your Parents? I only ask because I once had a Student named Stein, a brilliant man asked me alot about the Chemistry of Beer, I mean he would be better of with the Chemistry and not the Geography Professor but who cares? Anyway he had passed University about 40 Years ago?, I was only teaching 5 years at that point and he flew into my memory again just now. But... my second Question is if you once saw lights in the sky, because on my trip here in the night an Paranormal event happend where flashing lights danced in the sky and made beams onto the Ground some miles away from here, thats the reason I started to study Cryptozoology."
He shuddered thinking he would be denounced as crazy but right as he wanted to calm down he heard a *Ponk* behind him then he turned around only to see someone drunk lying on the floor. Now that he knew where the noise came from he waited for an answer.
by Stollberg-Stolberg » Fri Sep 04, 2020 1:38 pm
Voxija wrote:"Sure, you can have my Devil's Blood," Sarah Stein replied. "But be warned, its effects are different for every person. One man who tried it began thinkin' he was a flower and dug himself a hole in the ground." Sarah liked the professor. Here was a man who could hold his liquor.
But then... Sarah almost laughed. "German? Me? I'm an American! It's my opa who's German. He was from Bavaria, a long time ago. He came to America round near 1800, to make his fortune you see, and brought his beer skills with him. You might have known one of his brothers, he had many. My papa was born in South Carolina, and so was I. I'm German enough to make some good beer, or at least I hope so."
Sarah said all of the sentences except the first three exclamations in a very quiet tone of voice, so only Von Schoppenhauer could hear. She also didn't mention her religion. Her grandfather was German, sure, but he didn't leave Germany just to make a fortune in America.
"Fancy lights. Feh. I never seen anything like that in all my years here." Sarah remembered an old coot, she didn't remember his name, talkin' 'bout flashin' lights too. Sarah Stein felt like a professor wouldn't lie about things like that, so her thoughts turned to wonderin' if the lights were actually real.
by The republic ofTexas and northern Mexico » Fri Sep 04, 2020 4:54 pm
by Talchyon » Sat Sep 05, 2020 6:25 am
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Stollberg-Stolberg » Sat Sep 05, 2020 9:47 am
Talchyon wrote:Mayor Slick's office
Beaux Lagged
The French fur-trapper was saddened at the news that the cost of establishing a business in East Zilch was so expensive. He didn't have hardly anything saved up. And something was telling him that this mayor wouldn't accept a trade in kind of any of the furs he had as a downpayment.
So with that in mind, Beaux stormed out of the mayor's office, cursing in French. Of all the low-down, English-type despicable things to do! It seemed unfair. Surely not any other business in town had this preposterous payment of hundreds of dollars to set up shop in East Zilch! Beaux spoke to himself, a little louder than normal, "Eeet ees an outRAGE!"
Beaux was surprised to see the scene on Main Street when he exited. First, the several stage coaches stuck in the middle of Main Street got his attention, with some townspeople onlooking and at least one trying to heal a horse. One man was dragging another man away. What looked to be a law officer had his gun drawn, and he was pointing the other direction. So Beaux turned and saw the masked man in black, and was puzzled. Just then, shots were fired down the street a few blocks. Beaux was wary. "What ees thees?," he asked himself. Walking up to the man who was dragging the other man away from the scene and towards him, (who conveniently happened to be closest, since the doctor's clinic was next door to the mayor's office), Beaux asked the man doing the dragging the other, "What ees gohing ohn een thees town?" Then, looking down at the body he was dragging, Beaux was astonished to see the doctor who had spoken to him in French earlier! "What happeeened to ze doctieur? Ees he injieured?"
by Zjaum » Sat Sep 05, 2020 1:36 pm
by Voxija » Sat Sep 05, 2020 2:30 pm
The republic ofTexas and northern Mexico wrote:Juan swayne hitched up his horse at the hitching post after he had finally finished getting into town, which had been delayed considerably after his horse went crazy and drug him 80 miles away from town, and went into the saloon and immediately got drunk and started juggling loaded pistols and accidentally shot holes in the tables
by Castelia » Tue Sep 08, 2020 8:19 am
by Stollberg-Stolberg » Tue Sep 08, 2020 10:03 am
by Voxija » Wed Sep 09, 2020 4:49 am
by American Pere Housh » Wed Sep 09, 2020 7:23 pm
Zjaum wrote:Donald Coyote de la Rancha
The hot sun beat down upon the streets of East Zilch. The ruddy, unpaved roadways bore the weight of a horse and a pony. Donald had hoped for a clip-clop as the two approached the mayor's office, but the United States let him down once again. "What a shame. A lord is supposed to care for his people. While the Lord Mayor lives in riches, the streets aren't even cobbled!"
"Um, sir, I don't think anyone here lives in-"
"Sound the horn, Pedro."
Pedro shrugged and pulled out a bugle. It was dingy and beat-up but supposedly made in Spain. The loyal servant blew and blew, but no sound came out.
"Hand that over!" announced the Coyote. He stuck the lance underneath his armpit to free it up for the added duty. Donald seized the metal scrap and blew until his face was red, to the same effect. Light-headed, overheated and spent, he fell off his horse, bumping is head and carrying himself to the land of Nod.
A crowd had gathered to watch him return to consciousness. He looked around with a mild stupor before clearing his expression. "Oh, yes, right!" Donald stood up. "Now that I have an audience, I would like to declare my intention! Everyone who is interested in the fate and salvation of East Zilch, please follow!"
He stuck his foot up to mount the saddle. He tried a few times, but his arm and legs didn't have the strength to lift him up and over. "Hey, Pedro, would you like to take the horse?"
Pedro's eyes sparkled. "Would I!"
"But I get the nice, comfortable saddle."
"Ugh, fine..."
They switched saddles, still with everyone watching. Donald mounted the pony. "Hyah!"
The pony groaned under the extra weight, what with the armor and lance and all. Still, the equine did its duty, taking its temporary master up to the mayor's office. Donald looked around. "I say, doesn't the mayor have a coat of arms?"
"I don't think so."
"A city seal, then?"
"Sir, it's a backwater Texas town."
"But I have nothing to direct my spear as an insult, then!"
Pedro looked around, and then pointed to a mailbox. "Ah, good work, by loyal servant!" announced the knight.
The Coyote thrust his lance into the open mailbox, skewering several pieces of mail with it. He waved the envelopes' corpses in front of the office windows. "Hello in there! Attention! I am Donald Coyote of the Rancha, here to bring culture and honor to these streets once again! I challenge you to a duel! If I win, I have your daughter's hand in marriage, and I gain control of the city, claiming it on behalf of Madre España! If I lose, you will have my horse and armor!"
"Uh, sir, you never said anything about a daughter..."
Donald looked up at his servant. "Oh, I think it adds a personal touch, don't you think? Puts some stakes in the game." He clenched his fist and flashed a smile to emphasize his point.
"Yes, but you can't have the mayor's daughter as a boon."
"Ah, I see! She must be right hideous, then!" Donald turned back to the mayor's office and called out in a loud voice. "Attention! The terms have changed! If I win, I become the Don of East Zilch, claiming it on behalf of Tia Catalunya! If I lose, I will have your daughter's hand in marriage!"
"No, but the mayor doesn't have-"
"My servant thinks that you don't have the guts to come down and fight me! Prove him wrong, señor don!" He turned his pony around in a circle, lance pointed skyward, trying to drum up support from the people of East Zilch.
The herald called after. "If you have a niece, that works, too!"
Castelia wrote:A Certain House, Main Street, East Zilch
Djingles
As he approached the wagons, curious for a look, Djingles now found himself in a dangerous predicament. A stranger was pointing a gun at him! Even worse, he didn't know who this man was, or what his intentions were. Quickly stopping and then putting his hands high up into the air, Djingles quickly made a gesture of surrender.
"Hey, you, I'm just-"
Then he heard the shots.
"Aggghh! Help! I've been shot!" Understandably mistaking the resulting mini-heart attack for a gunshot wound, Djingles cried out and fell onto the ground with a thump. Landing on his back, he writhed and rolled and thrashed about, kicking up a mini dust storm as he went. By this time, the mask had already been wrenched free from his face, revealing his identity for the town to discover.
"Oh, mercy! Mercy! I've fallen and I can't get up! Please, call a doctor!"
by Zjaum » Fri Sep 11, 2020 5:48 pm
American Pere Housh wrote:"This American territory and will stay American territory so unless you wish to be arrested by yours truly for inciting rebellion against the US Government then I suggest you go home immediately."
American Pere Housh wrote:"This American territory and will stay American territory unless you wish to be arrested by yours truly for inciting rebellion against the US Government something something something..."
by Talchyon » Sat Sep 12, 2020 8:38 pm
Pax Nerdvana wrote:Johan Zimmermann
Johan was out in his shop, which was attached to his house on First Street, building stools, which were quite popular in East Zilch for some reason, when he heard shouting and a commotion coming from Main Street. His eldest son was helping him. Johan said,"Jakob, stay here. I'm going to go see what's going on over on Main."
Jakob nodded, and said,"Yes, Pa." Johan grabbed his toolbox, and hurriedly threw in a claw hammer, a square, his brace and bit, jack plane, handsaw, and a ruler. He walked over to Main street, where he saw several wagons stopped in the middle of the street. The guy riding shotgun was yelling about how they were haulin' gold, and the Marshall was talkin' to him. Johan approached the wagon, and said,"What's broken? I'm a carpenter."
Stollberg-Stolberg wrote:Main Street
Sigmund von Schoppenhauer
As Sigmung walked out of the Saloon he faced an certain Scene on the Mainstreet, he still had an smile because of the Devils Blood and an Bullethole in his Hat from the Stranger. Looking around he had no smile anymore, no amount of Devils Blood could make him smile now, before and behind him laid Scenes. Behind him an Drunk Person shoots holes into the Tables and Bottles, the Saloon Owner leftand an Hord of Drunk Men were dancing the Thrillerto get more ingredients, behind the counter was an mess since the Drunk one shot a bottle full of red liquid from an Shelf onto the floor. To his right he still saw these Wagons from hell were the Physics dont align, someone makes an dust Cloud and is whining and Mister Potato [refering to Tater Frye] was trying to heal an Horse. To his left he saw an man talking to another man clothed in Fur´s and Leathers, beneath them lied another man as he could not imagine an even crazier scene to seea bunch of UFO´s attack East Zilch!in front of him were someone dressed as an Inconquista was making an mess with the Mail and was yelling at the Mayors office, this man was of course sitting on an Pony. As he looked into the distance he saw an bright red Wagon just standing there... menacingly! He looked like the person you would try to calm down but fail, right now.
"Alright then, de Crepe is happening here? No really Wah?"
Stollberg-Stolberg wrote:Main Street
Daniel von Gerk
Daniel who noticed the Man just now had wondered where the Doctor was, as it turned out he was dragging him. But he also had some questions but his back had started to hurt again.
"Oh mein Kreuz... do you know where the Doctors office is? If he really is the Doctor as you said then we need more help, I found him by the Wagons lying there on the floor looked like heat Syncope to me but I am not an Doctor, and I don't know where the Doctors is..."
He inspected the Strange man who hadn't even break into a sweat with all the Leathers on him, so he was pretty much impressed andsaid: "Also what is your name Mister Minister?"American Pere Housh wrote:Troy glanced over at the idiot who was trying to claim this town for Spain. He begins laughing out loud at the man's stupidity before calming down, "You must be a complete idiot if you think you can claim this town for Spain. This American territory and will stay American territory so unless you wish to be arrested by yours truly for inciting rebellion against the US Government then I suggest you go home immediately."
Troy shook his head, "Sir you haven't been shot. Can someone please get a doctor for this man. He apparently thinks he has been shot."
Zjaum wrote:Donald Coyote de la Rancha
The hot sun beat down upon the streets of East Zilch. The ruddy, unpaved roadways bore the weight of a horse and a pony. Donald had hoped for a clip-clop as the two approached the mayor's office, but the United States let him down once again. "What a shame. A lord is supposed to care for his people. While the Lord Mayor lives in riches, the streets aren't even cobbled!"
"Um, sir, I don't think anyone here lives in-"
"Sound the horn, Pedro."
Pedro shrugged and pulled out a bugle. It was dingy and beat-up but supposedly made in Spain. The loyal servant blew and blew, but no sound came out.
"Hand that over!" announced the Coyote. He stuck the lance underneath his armpit to free it up for the added duty. Donald seized the metal scrap and blew until his face was red, to the same effect. Light-headed, overheated and spent, he fell off his horse, bumping is head and carrying himself to the land of Nod.
A crowd had gathered to watch him return to consciousness. He looked around with a mild stupor before clearing his expression. "Oh, yes, right!" Donald stood up. "Now that I have an audience, I would like to declare my intention! Everyone who is interested in the fate and salvation of East Zilch, please follow!"
He stuck his foot up to mount the saddle. He tried a few times, but his arm and legs didn't have the strength to lift him up and over. "Hey, Pedro, would you like to take the horse?"
Pedro's eyes sparkled. "Would I!"
"But I get the nice, comfortable saddle."
"Ugh, fine..."
They switched saddles, still with everyone watching. Donald mounted the pony. "Hyah!"
The pony groaned under the extra weight, what with the armor and lance and all. Still, the equine did its duty, taking its temporary master up to the mayor's office. Donald looked around. "I say, doesn't the mayor have a coat of arms?"
"I don't think so."
"A city seal, then?"
"Sir, it's a backwater Texas town."
"But I have nothing to direct my spear as an insult, then!"
Pedro looked around, and then pointed to a mailbox. "Ah, good work, by loyal servant!" announced the knight.
The Coyote thrust his lance into the open mailbox, skewering several pieces of mail with it. He waved the envelopes' corpses in front of the office windows. "Hello in there! Attention! I am Donald Coyote of the Rancha, here to bring culture and honor to these streets once again! I challenge you to a duel! If I win, I have your daughter's hand in marriage, and I gain control of the city, claiming it on behalf of Madre España! If I lose, you will have my horse and armor!"
"Uh, sir, you never said anything about a daughter..."
Donald looked up at his servant. "Oh, I think it adds a personal touch, don't you think? Puts some stakes in the game." He clenched his fist and flashed a smile to emphasize his point.
"Yes, but you can't have the mayor's daughter as a boon."
"Ah, I see! She must be right hideous, then!" Donald turned back to the mayor's office and called out in a loud voice. "Attention! The terms have changed! If I win, I become the Don of East Zilch, claiming it on behalf of Tia Catalunya! If I lose, I will have your daughter's hand in marriage!"
"No, but the mayor doesn't have-"
"My servant thinks that you don't have the guts to come down and fight me! Prove him wrong, señor don!" He turned his pony around in a circle, lance pointed skyward, trying to drum up support from the people of East Zilch.
The herald called after. "If you have a niece, that works, too!"
American Pere Housh wrote:Troy glanced over at the idiot who was trying to claim this town for Spain. He begins laughing out loud at the man's stupidity before calming down, "You must be a complete idiot if you think you can claim this town for Spain. This American territory and will stay American territory so unless you wish to be arrested by yours truly for inciting rebellion against the US Government then I suggest you go home immediately."
Zjaum wrote:Donald Coyote de la Rancha "Oye, Señor Alcalde!" the Spanish knight announced. "The call to duel is still on! If you have any honor at all, come face me, coward!"
He backed up his pony and trotted towards the marshal. "You have no idea how happy you've made me! Going to jail for the sake of Madre España fulfills my plans, hopes, and dreams so thoroughly." He dismounted, dropped his weapons, and raised his arms together, wrists connected. "Please, take me away!"
Pedro raised his hand in protest and then remembered that he was given authority over the ranch, should anything happen to the master. He nodded and called out. "Yes, his imprisonment would surely benefit us all. Off to prison to do your duty, master!"
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Voxija » Sun Sep 13, 2020 9:35 am
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