Mar 21, 2009, 11:30 AM | |
Leave the Doctor's office.
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Mar 21, 2009, 09:38 PM | |
>Leave the Doctor's office
To the NORTH is a General Store, to the SOUTH is the Saloon, to the NORTHEAST is a Doctor's office, to the NORTHWEST is a Pawn Shop, to the SOUTHWEST is a Stable, to the SOUTHEAST is a Garage/ Gas Station A Raccon and a coyote walk down the street and you catch some of thier conversation. "...and this place is getting wierd. That ferret shows up at the camp, then the radio blows up. Flashing bright lights everywhere then everyone disappears." "Why do you think you got left behind?" "Could be anything. but i'm pretty sure that ferret had somthing to do with it did you see where..." The two enter the saloon. Hotshoe starts making a beeline for the saloon and peter holds him back by the ears. seems his concussion wore off. Where would you like to go today? INVENTORY -floorboards -Knife -Sash of money -Toolbox -Ammo -Hunting Rifle -Screwdriver -Selection of Screws -Spent Shotgun Shell -Funny-smelling chair leg -Bottle of Windex -Mysterious PDA -Flowers -Window-cleaning bouquet PARTY (Inventory) - Peter (Shotgun, shotgun Shells) - Rob (Rations, Knife, grenade) - Hotshoe (Feet of fire, knife, crowbar) |
Mar 22, 2009, 04:50 AM | ||
*gulp* To the Sallon.
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Mar 22, 2009, 05:04 PM | |
Discreetly chuck the spent shotgun shell at the passing racoon.
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Mar 22, 2009, 07:23 PM | |
>*gulp* To the Saloon
You enter the saloon against yours (and Peter's) better judgment. The saloon is a smoke-filled room that obviously looks like the popular area in town. It is well lit, a piano plays a uppity tune in the corner, and the three tables are loaded. A bartender is at the back of the room polishing his counter with a dirty rag. A staircase goes up and sign near the door indicated they sell rooms. Hotshoe runs to the counter and starts inhaling ale. The bartender, because Hotshoe did not ask for the stuff, takes a baseball bat and delivers a solid blow to Hotshoes head, cooling down his excitement. "We call him the designated idiot of our team." Peter says to you >Discreetly chuck the spent shotgun shell at the raccoon. with practiced skill, you throw the shell at the raccoon. The Raccoon looks around and before you can sneak away, he notices you. "Hey! Do you mind explaining why you are throwing useless objects around?" "Oh. I, uh, umm, was looking for a garbage..." "You were a little short buddy!" You sigh in relief as he picks the shell up and throws it in the garbage can near the counter. Somebody was looking out for you. Last thing you want is to start a bar brawl with you as the target. Hotshoe hiccups. He must have had a little too much. -There is a Raccoon here -There is a Coyote here -There is a Pack of Squirrels playing cards here -There is a Garbage Can (with Spent Shotgun Shell) here -There is a Bartender here -There is a Cloaked figure here -There is a Piano here INVENTORY -floorboards -Knife -Sash of money -Toolbox -Ammo -Hunting Rifle -Screwdriver -Selection of Screws -Funny-smelling chair leg -Bottle of Windex -Mysterious PDA -Flowers -Window-cleaning bouquet PARTY (Inventory) - Peter (Shotgun, shotgun Shells) - Rob (Rations, Knife, grenade) - Hotshoe (Feet of fire, knife, crowbar, concussion, drunk) |
Mar 23, 2009, 10:10 AM | |
Ask the squirrels if you can join their game.
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Mar 27, 2009, 08:22 AM | |
>Ask the squirrels if you can join their game
"Say, can I join the game guys?" you ask "Sureyoucanjoin. Thepotsucksthough." one of the squirrels replies. "Ahyouarejusttickedthatyoudrewsuchacrappyhand" "Ohsureitmusttakesomereallucktogetthreeacesinonehand" "AREYOUSAYINGIMCHEATING?" "OhyesyoubloodyrightIam!" "Youareoneparanoidfreakman!" "Youknowiottakickyourbuttrightnowforthosewords!" The two squirrels get up and start fighting. The other three look at you. "DontworryaboutthemDarrylisjustasoreloser" The dealer tells you. New items of notice: -A pair of Squirrels fighting |
Mar 27, 2009, 06:55 PM | |
Use the screwdriver to loosen the screws in Darryl's chair while he's distracted.
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Mar 27, 2009, 11:21 PM | ||
Sit on another free chair.
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Mar 30, 2009, 10:22 AM | |
>Use the screwdriver to loosen the screws in Darryl's chair while he's distracted
You use the screwdriver to loosen the screws in Darryl's chair. The other squirrels start snickering. >Sit on another free chair You sit down and the dealer starts the game. You draw an ace and a pair of jokers. "What kind of game is this?" you ask, looking at the jokers "CALVINPOKER!Therulesfollowpokersomewhatbutthecards havetheirownmadeupmeaning!" One of the squirrels bets 300. the other two look concerned. Peter wispers in your ear. "I counted your sash of cash. You have $1300 of FQBucks" |
Mar 30, 2009, 12:58 PM | ||
SOUNDS LIKE A GAME OF CUPS!
Match.
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Apr 2, 2009, 10:45 AM | |
>Match
"I match your bet" you declare as you slam 300 FQbucks on the table. The betting squirrel look at you defiantly. "Ibet500!" The dealer promptly hands out another set of cards. You now have two jokers and two jacks. The third squirrel now bets 30. Darryl finishes his fight and sits down, in which the chair falls apart. the squirrels roar with laughter. |
Apr 2, 2009, 06:46 PM | |
Ask your party if anyone could play the piano in the Saloon, while you play cards.
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Apr 15, 2009, 11:23 PM | |
>Ask your party if anyone could play the piano in the Saloon, while you play cards.
"Hey guys, whos good at playing the piano? you ask. Peter lifts an eyebrow. "Wow, you sure are trying to look like the gambling barfly aren't you?" "Well? It at least sets the mood." You say in a begging voice "*Sigh* fine. I'll chew on the piano strings for a while." Peter grumbles as he heads over to the piano. Hotshoe hiccups and burps at the same time the sound resonates through the bar. Darryl starts a accusing match with the entire bar over who dismantled his chair. I think a barfight is about to happen... You get back to your game. The betting squirrel slams his hands on the table "NEWRULE!Thepersoncapibleofsingingyankeedoodleatthe highestpitchwinsthepot!" Hoo boy. Maybe Rob can help you there. it seems like a easy way out... ![]() |
Apr 22, 2009, 06:06 PM | |
Sing!
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Aug 11, 2009, 11:35 PM | |
>Sing!
You take a deep breath "YANKEE DOODLE! Take a look at my NOODLE!-" "That'snotyankeedoodle!" The squirrel protests "But it was in a high pitch!" you point out "After all, the barkeep is screaming that the drinking glasses are going on our bill" The squirrel glances you a dirty look and slides the pot of 1130 FQBucks your way. Sweet. The Raccoon and Coyote spring from their table and advance on Darryl to rearrange his face. The other squirrels, forgetting their game, jump up to back Darryl. Robert pulls out a rag and starts polishing a set of brass knuckles. Hotshoe sneaks behind the bar and downs a bottle of some unknown liquor. Peter sees what is happening and sets the piano to play by honkytonk before running to hide in a corner. Eep. Stars are going to fly. |
Aug 12, 2009, 09:00 AM | |
Run for your life.
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Aug 12, 2009, 04:42 PM | |
>Run for your life.
You turn tail and run out of the saloon screaming, with Peter close behind you. Some people live for bar fights, and Rob seems to be one of them. General battle noises erupt out of the saloon to the upbeat tune of piano music. A loud crash of breaking glass and Hotshoe joins you outside. To the NORTH is a General Store, to the SOUTH is the Saloon, to the NORTHEAST is a Doctor's office, to the NORTHWEST is a Pawn Shop, to the SOUTHWEST is a Stable, to the SOUTHEAST is a Garage/ Gas Station Where would you like to go today? INVENTORY -floorboards -Knife -Sash of money (2130 FQBucks) -Toolbox -Ammo -Hunting Rifle -Screwdriver -Selection of Screws -Spent Shotgun Shell -Funny-smelling chair leg -Bottle of Windex -Mysterious PDA -Flowers -Window-cleaning bouquet PARTY (Inventory) - Peter (Shotgun, shotgun Shells) - Rob (Rations, Knife, grenade) (Not in this location) - Hotshoe (Feet of fire, knife, crowbar)(Drunk) |
Aug 18, 2009, 10:07 PM | |
To the stable.
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Aug 20, 2009, 01:25 PM | |
>To the stable
The stable is a run down barn with a correl out both the front and back. The smell of rotting manure overwhelms your sense of smell. You look around for an attendant, but see none. the only thing here seems to be a machine with "VEND-A-HORSE" painted on it. Looking at the coinslot on the machine, 500 FQ's will get you a horse with a 5-trip lifetime. A barrel flys out of the saloon. It bounces down the street a short distance before exploding. Peter mutters somthing about the ale "having a minimum safe distance" Almost as if to prove his point, Hotshoe burps, the gas immediately igniting. There goes his eyebrows. There is a Pitchfork here There is a Hammer here There is a can of Nails here There is a Saddle here There is a pile of Hay Bales here Exit is to the NORTH-EAST |
Aug 20, 2009, 07:50 PM | |
Search the pile of hay bales.
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Jan 17, 2010, 04:05 PM | |
>Search the pile of hay bales
You rip apart the pile of hay bales, sending hay bales flying. Hotshoe grabs each one excitedly. You did not find anything, but Hotshoe built a fort out of the hay bales. He dashes inside. Peter trys to go in, but is held-back by a stream of flames as Hotshoe belches again. >Take Hammer and can of nails INVENTORY -floorboards -Knife -Sash of money (2130 FQBucks) -Toolbox -Ammo -Hunting Rifle -Screwdriver -Selection of Screws -Funny-smelling chair leg -Bottle of Windex -Mysterious PDA -Flowers -Window-cleaning bouquet -Nails -Hammer There is a Pitchfork here There is a Saddle here There is a pile of Hay Bales here Exit is to the NORTH-EAST, the fort is to the WEST Last edited by Puffie40; Jan 23, 2010 at 10:34 PM. |
Dec 11, 2010, 09:54 PM | |
Walk up to the General Store and clean his windows then demand payment while threatening him with the knife.
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