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Post by Admin on Oct 22, 2015 18:47:00 GMT
It was a pleasant Thursday evening in El Paso. The Saloons were booming, soiled doves swooning, and gamblers gambling. The majority of the townfolk were returning to their homes after a hard days work and, although the warmth of the desert hovered into the city, a chill wind tickled their bones. As they were settling down to their frugal evening meals, a blast shook El Paso. Then another. And another, five blasts in total rang out across the town rattling the more rickety buildings, taking them to the ground. People rushed outside, to see the city centre in flames. The Saloons, the Gambling Hall and the Brothel had been completely destroyed. Despite this, the bulk of the crowd were gathered around the scene of another blast, a larger blast. De la Vue's palace had been blown in half. His loyalists scrambled through the wreckage exhausting themselves in efforts to extinguish the fire. People were scattered across the town. Some celebrated, some looted, some grieved, most endeavored to leave the city.
Efforts went on through the night to find survivors in the smoldering buildings and crumpled wrecks. The black smoke which conquered the sky eerily dominated the sun rise as if God himself had smote the city. As night turned to morning, the true horrors of the attack had been realised. Jeremiah Corbyn stood in the centre of El Paso, as he was accustomed to doing, shouting yet another announcement to the townspeople, or at least those who had opted against evacuation. For once, he was saying something they were interested in hearing. Over one hundred people had lost their lives the night before, and many more were critically injured. The most noteworthy news was saved till the last, William de la Vue, the controversial Mayor of El Paso, had died in the fires after becoming trapped in the wreckage of his palace.
The people began to leave, until one young woman began to shout out hysterically. Sure enough, on the horizon, there could be seen a band of vigilantes stood on the hill. Fearing more trouble brewing, the townsfolk ran to the train station, or saddled up their ponies, in an attempt to avoid the wrath to come. Corbyn gathered his men in the centre of town, and they began to find cover from which to fire, preparing for Corbyn's tried and tested combat tactics. Dan Jarvis, one of Corbyn's key deputies, shouted for the Sheriff's attention. Indeed, yet another group appeared on the other side of the city. This apparition took the form of a make-shift army - around sixteen men, with two Gatling Guns in tow.
OOC: More to come...
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Post by DocHolliday on Oct 22, 2015 21:00:48 GMT
youtubeonrepeat.com/watch/?v=I098CtxLL3E&from=0&to=318This had been a long time coming. Doc Murray fitted something to Freddy's chest, and patted the bruiser in a fatherly way. He smiled, and pinched Freddy's cheek. He didn't react. "Not long, now..." Doc Murray fastened his own coat, pushed two sticks of dynamite into his belt, and twirled his revolver around his finger. Hoo... Here we go. The gang met outside El Paso. The acrid stink of seared flesh and wood stood testament to the blaze. Over the breeze came black flakes of soot, and a voice... Shrill, whining, posturing. Jeremiah Corbyn. Doc Murray nodded to the others. Professor Reed and Jared Slim tapped their rifles. Sam Splinter and FM Miller nodded back. Freddy and Elijah swayed gently in the wind. Mikey Two-Guns rolled his revolver around his finger, and Seamus Morgan spurred his horse on. Doc Murray did the same, and soon, the band advanced on the city. They dismounted a short distance in. The Doc's spurs clinked as he made groundfall. They walked on, nearing the centre. Finally, after passing de la Vue's mangled palace, they came to a halt. A stubby cigar smouldered still as it fell to the floor. There was a rustle, as Doc Murray held up a piece of paper. "JEREMIAH CORBYN!" he bellowed, "JEREMIAH CORBYN. YOUR TIME IS UP! COME FORTH, PREPARE TO JOIN YOUR FELL MASTERS!" He paused. "OUT, YOU COWARD! THERE'S BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS, AND MONEY ON YOUR HEAD, AND, OOOoooOOOOOH, BOY! THERE IS A RECKONIN' A-COMIN'!"
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Post by Admin on Oct 22, 2015 22:45:45 GMT
Corbyn laughed in the face off his opponents before hopping up and down in anger all the while shouting various incomprehensible obscenities, as he was prone to doing... www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWm87vQLnyICorbyn, reached for his rifle, not close enough to his enemies for him to take advantage of his deadly skill at gunslinging. His men followed suit, as did the Doctor's posse. The first exchange was deadly, as both sides scrambled for cover. Corbyn's luck had run dry, whilst the Doctor's well seemed replenished by some otherworldly force. Although Mickey Two-Guns fell dead, the other side suffered the worst casualties; Dan Jarvis, David Miliband, Dave, Joe, Don, Dovey and Jeb were quickly dispatched by Doc Murray and Co. The battle would appear to be over soon, however, all of a sudden, a thunderous roar ripped through El Paso as two Gatling Guns opened fire. Corbyn's man Jim was torn apart, but the real target was Leo Guerra. The Mayor of Juarez was dutifully pushed behind cover by his brother Burton who proceeded to be torn limb from limb by the devilish contraptions. Howls echoed around the ruins of de la Vue's empire, as Rob led his men galloping into the fray. Corbyn, now surrounded, returned fire. Corbyn killed Solo, Doc Murray killed Walker, whilst Guerra began his vengeance with a clinical shot which toppled Leroy. Jimbo, Pinky and Aldo the Apache also met their end. It was not so one-sided though, Dallas Stoudenmire, a veteran gunfighter, was killed by 'The Kid.' Elijah, who had taken several rounds already, fell to his knees and Ranger finally felled the beast using the age old technique of beheading. Corbyn was now alone, bar one man. However, a few more shots rang out through the air. The three posses looked up to see a fourth intervention. The legendary Apache chief Geronimo, who was stood alongside three other men, sported a Winchester and fired upon the gathering from behind a building. Sitting Duck was killed by Corbyn in return fire. Jab shot and killed Kevin Costner. Guerra positioned his rifle, but the Doctor grabbed his attention from across the street, holding up his hand presenting the universally recognised symbol to stop. The Doctor turned and gave a wry nod to Cautious Horse, who was stood beside Geronimo. The fight was not yet over. Another salvo of rifle fire was exchanged. 'The Kid' had led three other sharpshooters to the water tower, from which they began taking shots at their opponents. Doc Murray sent one of them to hell with a heavenly shot from afar. Corbyn did the same, though his perpetual bragging spoiled what was otherwise a excellent effort. Jab, however, hit the dirt, courtesy of 'The Kid.' Professor Reed went to return fire on the sharpshooters. A shot rang out, Sanderson stopped, a confused look overtaking his face. He dropped his rifle as he clutched at his chest which was now painted by blood. He slumped to the ground, much to the horror of his long-time friend and colleague Doc Murray. Cautious Horse attempted to avenge Kevin Costner's death, but his shot missed, fortunately too did 'The Kid's.' Geronimo, however, utilised all his experience to hit the third sharpshooter. The entire gathering grimaced and groaned as they heard the distant 'pop' of the sniper's skull.
Bar the smattering of assembled sharpshooter's, the four groups now turned to their handguns. Jared Slim quickly fell foul of Corbyn's lightning reflexes. Ranger sunk a slug into Freddy, but the curious soldier hardly winced and continued his fight. Guerra killed Perky, though Samuel Splinter was taken down by a shot from one of Rob's masked gunfighters. As he fell, he reached for a locket he had carried with him, and passed it to Francesca Miller. Her face turned to one of resolve, as she opened it to find a photograph of Sam with his wife and baby son. She adjusted her Stetson and brutally executed the man who killed Sam. Out of nowhere arrived three more of the Apache gang. The Apache Kid, as quickly as he arrived, was shot dead by one of Rob's crew. All Encompassing Doom Falcon, accompanied by Nana, failed to make much of an impact. The rifles rang out once again. Doc Murray shot and killed 'The Kid' avenging Prof. Reed. Cautious Horse made the money shot, hitting the cowering Corbyn in the gut. Corbyn slumped aggressively behind cover, dropping his weapons. Rob's last masked horseman was killed by Geronimo. The battle now decended into a mad melee as swords and knives alike clashed in an awe inspiring crescendo. Freddy, so far relatively inactive, sprung to live slicing apart Rob's man Ranger in a frenzied assault. Rob confronted Guerra, but neither were able to gain an upper hand in their brutal ballet. All Encompassing Doom Falcon had retrieved the critically injured Corbyn who spouted vitriol at the Apache. With a howl and a holler, All Encompassing Doom Falcon took a small blade, forged from bone, and tore into Corbyn's scalp, raising the result high above the battlefield as if he were raising the Stars and Stripes at Gettysburg. Rob and Guerra continued their spiteful contest. Each man bearing serious wounds, they proceeded with intent. Rob managed to disarm Guerra, who fought on against the blade with his bare hands, ultimately disarming Rob also. The men stared at eachother, hatred erupting from their eyes. They began to exchange blows until Rob hit the sweet spot. Guerra stumbled before falling to his knees, struggling to shake the gathering haze. Rob finished the job, reaching for his pistol and executing Guerra on the spot. He looked up to heavens and sighed, as if he had been unburdened in the manner of Christian on his journey to the City of Zion. As his head returned to the mortal realm, Freddy stood, deathly still, before Rob, his empty eyes penetrating the disgraced lawman's very soul. Rob, in his elation, had let his guard down. Freddy, backed by inhuman strength, thrust his Bowie Knife through Rob's chest. Rob slumped to the ground and, as he rapidly bled out, he smiled. Doc Murray, Freddy and F.M. Miller gathered, with the fighting finally over. They bade farewell to Cautious Horse, who was mourning the death of his compatriot Sitting Duck, as Geronimo, Nana and All Encompassing Doom Falcon began to leave the scene.
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