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Author Topic: The Blazing Gun Saloon  (Read 51484 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
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Australia Australia


Cthulhu ftaghn!


« 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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'Invoked or not, the gods will be present.'

-The Oracle of Delphi
greatestescaper
Zeppelin Captain
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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


Cthulhu ftaghn!


« 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
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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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