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Zeppelin Kapitan Fritz

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Re: The Blazing Gun Saloon
« Reply #300 on: January 05, 2013, 03:07:12 am »
OOC: Is this still going on? I've invented a character for a western setting that I would like to use here.

Kieranfoy

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Re: The Blazing Gun Saloon
« Reply #301 on: January 05, 2013, 07:39:24 pm »
Goin' on now, ain't she, Admiral?

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Re: The Blazing Gun Saloon
« Reply #302 on: January 05, 2013, 10:20:02 pm »
Y'all seen any of them walking rotters these past weeks.  Heard something of a crashed dirigible on it's way from Seattle.
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Re: The Blazing Gun Saloon
« Reply #303 on: January 06, 2013, 12:57:55 am »
Saw me a buncha rotters not four, five hours ago. Some funny Kung Fu type gal was whacking 'em with a big stick.

I seen weirder, though.

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Re: The Blazing Gun Saloon
« Reply #304 on: March 14, 2013, 06:23:40 am »
*Hailstones and fireballs rain down outside as the bell of the town church peals wildly. A man dressed in a voluminous black deck coat suddenly is sitting at the table against the wall, a brick-sized black box studded with buttons, toggles, jewel lights and intriguing-looking dials and gauges sitting beside his hand as he leans back in his chair against the wall, sipping from a large glass mug of black beer. It is as if the bell has caused him to appear. He takes out a large gold turnip watch, opens the cover and three separate faces fold out as he glances toward the black bricklike object and mutters to himself*

Five PM, March fourteenth, eighteen...eighty....eight. Earth, Purgatory New Mexico, America, Anglo-Celtic Hegemony, Fourth Steam Revolution subspiral.... 

*glances outside as the last of many hailstones and fireballs fall to the street surface, and traffic resumes*

Weather is biblical, causality uncertain at this time, no sign of aberrant energy fluctuations or extre-dimensional phenomenae at present.

Barkeep, fill me back up, if'n ya please.

*walks over and puts the empty mug on the bar*

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Re: The Blazing Gun Saloon
« Reply #305 on: December 28, 2014, 03:29:08 pm »
Yer dead right...I ain't no cowboy...I'm a gunslinger. I hate cows.
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I LOVE cows... especially sliced thick, well done, & with onions & a potato...
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