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Author Topic: The Blazing Gun Saloon  (Read 27444 times)
Zeppelin Kapitan Fritz
Zeppelin Admiral
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United States United States

Kapitän of the airborne assault carrier "Hermann"


« Reply #300 on: January 05, 2013, 04:07:12 am »

OOC: Is this still going on? I've invented a character for a western setting that I would like to use here.
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Kieranfoy
Zeppelin Captain
*****
Australia Australia


Wot's a personal text?


« Reply #301 on: January 05, 2013, 08:39:24 pm »

Goin' on now, ain't she, Admiral?

"Barkeep! A beer that doesn't tase like moose piss and don't come from America!"

But I repeat myself.
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Toll the Great Bell Once!
Pull the Lever forward to engage the
Piston and Pump...

Toll the Great Bell Twice!
With push of Button fire the Engine
And spark Turbine into life...

Toll the Great Bell Thrice!
Sing Praise to the
God of All Machines!
greatestescaper
Zeppelin Captain
*****
United States United States



« Reply #302 on: January 05, 2013, 11:20:02 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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"Your reality, sir, is lies and balderdash and I'm delighted to say that I have no grasp of it whatsoever." -Baron Munchausen
Kieranfoy
Zeppelin Captain
*****
Australia Australia


Wot's a personal text?


« Reply #303 on: January 06, 2013, 01:57:55 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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MWBailey
Rogue Ætherlord
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United States United States


"This is the sort of thing no-one ever believes"

rtafStElmo
« Reply #304 on: March 14, 2013, 07:23:40 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*

Now, which one o' you fellows saw the walkin' dead?
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Walk softly and carry a big banjo...

""quid statis aspicientes in infernum"
Will Howard
Zeppelin Admiral
******
United States United States



« Reply #305 on: December 28, 2014, 04:29:08 pm »

Yer dead right...I ain't no cowboy...I'm a gunslinger. I hate cows.
Sarge


(note: Multiple Personality Disorder.... Wink )

I LOVE cows... especially sliced thick, well done, & with onions & a potato...
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"I'm a Barbarian by choice, not ancestry..."
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