Posts by stormybadger8

rustycobra32 said:So that's how it goes... I try to be all diplomatic about it, while you're being sneaky and kicking me right where it hurts, only to finish me off with that endless lecture about Sebastian Vettel...
It’s good to have that on my radar for next time...🙂

I’m definitely voting for that option, though I really think we should make sure the whole thing is documented with some good photos or maybe even a little video clip...🤣

Give me a break. You call that diplomacy? Please.
We’ll agree on everything, I'll write up the contract, and you'll just crumple it up and eat it...
That’s it. No more negotiating after that. You got the offer, you turned it down. Period.☕
I’m not the type to go raising or lowering the stakes after something like that happens.☕

swifttiger75 said:

Rushing into Pit Stop, the scout hopped off his horse, looking visibly shaken as he searched for the veteran captain, Fernando Alonso. After reporting the chaos unfolding at the Paddock, he briefly thought of the old captain before pulling himself together—ordering about 20 soldiers to gear up and follow his lead.

Meanwhile, Akoj, Pat, the holy Joseph and 4season decided to head back toward the Paddock. Maminho was making his way toward Tamburel alongside Ricardo Gasquet, while over at the Apache camp, TBF and rustycobra32 were locked in a tense game. Taking a pipe from TBFove's hand, the young kid just crushed it and ate it.

(TBF, it's your turn now—you can either try to knock that kid out between the legs or just start lecturing him about Sebastian Vettel)

After cleaning up the black pig, Nica looked around, trying to figure out an escape route. A bit further off, mobberzg and ruggedfox28 managed to snag two runaway horses from the camp. Seeing the lady approaching, mobberzg turned and chased a horse straight toward Nica. She caught mobberzg by the arm, Nica deftly swung herself onto the horse and pulled the cowboy around her waist. Together with ruggedfox28, they headed off toward Tamburel.

Things were just as messy by the train cars. Pastor Maldonado was busy explaining to Pilatus exactly how and why his horse had bolted, while Vuco watched the argument unfold with pure disbelief.

- Look, I seriously wasn't provoking him when I realized I was losing ground. – Pastor Maldonado tried to justify himself.
- Like hell you weren't... - Vuco snapped back.
- Oh yeah? And how exactly did you think you were going to get out of this? – Pila cut in.
- If he knew what he was doing, he wouldn't have pummeled the guy like that! – Vuco yelled, grabbing Maldonad by the vest.
- Enough, both of you! It's not like he actually beat him up. – Kamui Kobayashi interjected, nodding toward WayOut, who was slowly getting up.

Then, Holger Badstuber tossed an unconscious Rtzuiop out of the car and politely helped Begemotica down from the wagon.
The rest of the group was closing in on the gold mine, and accident started blowing the siren to signal their arrival. Riciardo and Sebastian Vettel stood at a makeshift station, watching the train approach.

- What are we doing with them? – Holger Badstuber Pilatusa asked, pointing at Rtzuiop and Begemotica.
- Watch, we're heading to Tamburel to play a hand of poker, so we'll need some chips for the buy-in. – Pila replied, giving a wink to the loser, Adrian Sutil.

He just chased the horse toward WayOut, who was just standing up, and then with a precise throw of the lasso, knocked him right back into the dirt, dragging him toward the rest of the crew.

A carriage with a small escort pulled into Tamburel. Stopping in front of the saloon, the driver tapped on the roof and the doors swung open. Lewis Hamilton stepped out, looking sharp in a fine suit and a top hat. With a look of pure disgust, he eyed Dorian.G lying on the ground with a bloody face in Meadow's arms, before turning back to the carriage. He reached out a hand to help Nicole Scherzinger down. Once inside the saloon, Nickole went up to her room, while Lewis Hamilton joined The Endo's crowd, along with Felipe Massa and Sergio Perez, for a drink. Arciero sent someone to fetch Mr. The Endo, and Sheriff Panagloss and Fortinbras decided to wander over to the saloon to stretch their legs.

To be continued...

First a kick to the nuts, then an endless lecture on Sebastian Vettel as punishment.😁

rustycobra32 said:That’s exactly why the Native Americans were wiped out in the first place, because they kept being handed these ironclad legal documents to sign... and now we’ve even got public notaries getting involved in the mix too...🤣

And $17 please, for the love of God, 🤣

rustycobra32 said:That's exactly why I’m leaning towards a more diplomatic approach to settle this...
Maybe I'll actually turn a profit that way...🤣

Exactly...
The two of us will just cut a deal and get it in writing.😁
The only problem is finding a notary out here in the middle of nowhere.🤣

swifttiger75 said:Shake your head left and right—maybe you'll come to your senses. Edward Howard2 noticed the black pig closing in on him. Bracing his hands against the dirt, he tried to pull himself up, but he was too dazed to manage anything more than a shaky rise—just enough to catch a heavy moccasin strike straight to the jaw. The black pig had seen Edward Howard2 struggling to stand, quickened its pace, then sprinted forward, landing a perfectly aimed blow that sent Edward Howard2 several teeth flying. He scrambled onto his horse, letting out a sharp whistle to signal the Native Americans moving up the ridge toward Nice. Galloping hard, he chased after the stunning lady.

Standing face-to-face, rustycobra32 and TBF sized each other up for a moment before TBF made a slow, deliberate move toward his shirt pocket. Pulling out a folded scrap of paper with the same steady motion, he offered it to the young warrior. (rustycobra32, you've got a choice: take the note or knock it out of his hand and throw TBF)

Nice had just reached the crest of the hill when the black pig pulled up on a horse right beside her. Leaning her hands on her knees, Nice bent over, taking several deep breaths to recover. She smoothed her hair, then, with a sudden movement, hitched up the right side of her dress. A beam of sunlight hit her pale thigh, flashing with a glimpse of pure femininity. The pig was only a few yards from the ridge, absolutely blinded by the sight. Even the horse wasn't immune; it reared up violently, nearly tossing the big chief. Once his eyes adjusted to the glare, the black pig could clearly see a silk harness with a black and red pattern, from which two cards were hanging. Yellow and red. With a fluid motion, Nice slid her hand down her thigh, using her index and middle fingers to delicately pluck the red card from the harness. Bringing the card to her lips, she gave it a soft kiss before flicking it toward the black pig, whispering barely audibly... "perma!"—
The black pig wasn't black anymore. It turned gray, then, in one sudden contraction and expansion of reality, vanished from the space and time of the universe it knew.



Meanwhile, the train crossed the bridge, passing over the spot where the unexploded dynamite lay. The car came to a halt, and Jason Campbell70 and Vuco climbed down, watching Kamui Kobayashi approach. Maldonado was particularly fast; he lost control of his horse for a second and plowed straight into the unfortunate Terry Carter2, trampling him at a full gallop just as the guy was trying to scramble up from the ground.

"Dammit! You can't ride like that." Vuco shouted, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"Hey, take it easy... stuff happens," Jason Campbell70 said, trying to calm him down.
"Stuff happens? It always happens. Something always goes sideways. Happened in '41, happened in '91... it always happens," Vuco snapped, still gesturing wildly.
"Don't take it so hard. The deputy was a real piece of work... not a decent man, damn it," Jason Campbell70 muttered, patting him on the shoulder while explaining.
"If you want to know why he was a piece of work, well... look here!" Vuco said, turning back to Jason Campbell70.
"He was a piece of work because that deputy was against the rebels! Don't lecture me, it's not like I don't know," Vuco sighed resignedly.

The others on horseback joined them, and a heated debate broke out—one where people weren't holding back, whether it was with arguments or insults.
While the tension near the car was simmering, William Bennett53 hopped onto Tamburelo and trotted leisurely toward the saloon. Standing on the porch, Tyler Cruz32 cooled herself with a fan, reflecting on everything that had gone down. Seeing the sheriff pass by, she gave a slight nod and tipped her hat, feeling a flutter in her stomach. Picking up on the good vibes, the sheriff stole a few more glances at the young woman. He let out a hearty laugh as he climbed toward the saloon, but a wooden support beam caught him right in the face, cutting the laugh short as he slammed his head into it, blood blooming from his nose.Tyler Cruz32 was already pulling her pink revolver from its holster, sprinting toward the sheriff who was currently face-down in the dirt with a busted nose. Watching her run—especially with her chest straining against a corset that looked like it was losing its final battle to stay shut—made the sheriff feel like he was hallucinating. As those laces started to give way, William Bennett53 gave a bloody grin, completely unaware his front tooth was long gone.

To be continued...

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swifttiger75 said:Shake your head left and right—maybe you'll come to your senses. Edward Howard2 noticed the black pig closing in on him. Bracing his hands against the dirt, he tried to pull himself up, but he was too dazed to manage anything more than a shaky rise—just enough to catch a heavy moccasin strike straight to the jaw. The black pig had seen Edward Howard2 struggling to stand, quickened its pace, then sprinted forward, landing a perfectly aimed blow that sent Edward Howard2 several teeth flying. He scrambled onto his horse, letting out a sharp whistle to signal the Native Americans moving up the ridge toward Nice. Galloping hard, he chased after the stunning lady.

Standing face-to-face, rustycobra32 and TBF sized each other up for a moment before TBF made a slow, deliberate move toward his shirt pocket. Pulling out a folded scrap of paper with the same steady motion, he offered it to the young warrior. (rustycobra32, you've got a choice: take the note or knock it out of his hand and throw TBF)

Nice had just reached the crest of the hill when the black pig pulled up on a horse right beside her. Leaning her hands on her knees, Nice bent over, taking several deep breaths to recover. She smoothed her hair, then, with a sudden movement, hitched up the right side of her dress. A beam of sunlight hit her pale thigh, flashing with a glimpse of pure femininity. The pig was only a few yards from the ridge, absolutely blinded by the sight. Even the horse wasn't immune; it reared up violently, nearly tossing the big chief. Once his eyes adjusted to the glare, the black pig could clearly see a silk harness with a black and red pattern, from which two cards were hanging. Yellow and red. With a fluid motion, Nice slid her hand down her thigh, using her index and middle fingers to delicately pluck the red card from the harness. Bringing the card to her lips, she gave it a soft kiss before flicking it toward the black pig, whispering barely audibly... "perma!"—
The black pig wasn't black anymore. It turned gray, then, in one sudden contraction and expansion of reality, vanished from the space and time of the universe it knew.



Meanwhile, the train crossed the bridge, passing over the spot where the unexploded dynamite lay. The car came to a halt, and Jason Campbell70 and Vuco climbed down, watching Kamui Kobayashi approach. Maldonado was particularly fast; he lost control of his horse for a second and plowed straight into the unfortunate Terry Carter2, trampling him at a full gallop just as the guy was trying to scramble up from the ground.

"Dammit! You can't ride like that." Vuco shouted, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"Hey, take it easy... stuff happens," Jason Campbell70 said, trying to calm him down.
"Stuff happens? It always happens. Something always goes sideways. Happened in '41, happened in '91... it always happens," Vuco snapped, still gesturing wildly.
"Don't take it so hard. The deputy was a real piece of work... not a decent man, damn it," Jason Campbell70 muttered, patting him on the shoulder while explaining.
"If you want to know why he was a piece of work, well... look here!" Vuco said, turning back to Jason Campbell70.
"He was a piece of work because that deputy was against the rebels! Don't lecture me, it's not like I don't know," Vuco sighed resignedly.

The others on horseback joined them, and a heated debate broke out—one where people weren't holding back, whether it was with arguments or insults.
While the tension near the car was simmering, William Bennett53 hopped onto Tamburelo and trotted leisurely toward the saloon. Standing on the porch, Tyler Cruz32 cooled herself with a fan, reflecting on everything that had gone down. Seeing the sheriff pass by, she gave a slight nod and tipped her hat, feeling a flutter in her stomach. Picking up on the good vibes, the sheriff stole a few more glances at the young woman. He let out a hearty laugh as he climbed toward the saloon, but a wooden support beam caught him right in the face, cutting the laugh short as he slammed his head into it, blood blooming from his nose.Tyler Cruz32 was already pulling her pink revolver from its holster, sprinting toward the sheriff who was currently face-down in the dirt with a busted nose. Watching her run—especially with her chest straining against a corset that looked like it was losing its final battle to stay shut—made the sheriff feel like he was hallucinating. As those laces started to give way, William Bennett53 gave a bloody grin, completely unaware his front tooth was long gone.

To be continued...

rustycobra32 watch what you're doing so you don't end up like Traxdata😁
Also, did you notice we need to pick a new chapter🤣

coastaldrifter6 said:If I actually managed to land a hit on Pat, then I might as well just disappear.

If you’d actually landed a hit on Pat, you wouldn't even be around to talk about it...

What kind of question is that?🤣
Do you honestly think anyone else but a total legend would be chosen for the TBF Hall?

Look, TBF only recognizes the absolute best of the best. Period.😍

Just don't mess with my godmother, everything else is secondary...
If we can't reach some kind of deal on the rest, then we're settling this with guns once we take out Memphis.😁

Nathan Jones98 is a total traitor to our cause. Honestly, he was the first one to land a massive slap right in Memphis's face...

swifttiger75 said:While things were heating up out by the Paddock, inside the small town saloon, William Bennett53 was sitting there trying to squeeze some useful intel out of darkmarlin16. He was being kept company by Patagonia, Nathan Jones98 and Clark.

- So, let me get this straight—you don't know a single thing about breaking that lowlife out of jail, huh? the sheriff barked angrily.
- Nope. We just came by for a drink. - darkmarlin16 replied, totally deadpan.
- A drink... please. - Nathan Jones98 spat on the floor with pure disgust.
- Seriously, what part of that isn't clear?! - darkmarlin16 wondered aloud.
- Alright, fine. But what about that train robbery last week over in Tamburel? You're clueless about that too? - William Bennett53 pressed him.
- What train? - darkmarlin16 asked, just shrugging his shoulders.
- The one carrying the railroad payroll and some gold coins belonging to Mr. The End. - the sheriff explained.
- I have no idea what you're talking about! - darkmarlin16 snapped back.
- Then explain this. I found this gold coin right next to your horse outside the saloon! - the sheriff yelled, slamming the darkmarlin16 coin down on the table before standing up in a rage.
- Wait, this is a gold coin? - darkmarlin16 asked, squinting at the coin.
- You know what, Sheriff? Just give me five minutes alone with him. Just five minutes... - Nathan Jones98 pleaded, barely holding back his temper.
- Look, I'm just saying, this doesn't look like gold to me. It's not gold-colored, it's more like an ochre shade... - darkmarlin16 insisted, completely convinced he was right.
- He is playing us all for fools! - Clark commented with a cynical laugh.
- Oh, really? It's not ochre to you? Honestly, does anyone here actually have working eyes or...

BAM!!!

Nathan Jones98 channeled all that pent-up rage into a right hook, catching darkmarlin16 square in the face. The guy just collapsed onto the floor along with his chair, while the coin rolled across the wooden floor toward the bar, slowed down, spun twice, and stopped.
Just then, steelmaker83 burst into the saloon like he was running from the devil himself.

- They're coming... they're coming to hang darkmarlin16! - he managed to gasp out, completely out of breath.

To be continued...

And there you go. Memphis has his guy.🙄

coastaldrifter6, just take out that traitor Nathan Jones98 and I promise I won't lecture you about Sebastian Vettel—well, at least not for longer than an hour.😬
Just do it right now. Don't sit around waiting... fortune favors the bold.😉

Besides, if we find ourselves in the same boat, the second things kick off, we’re hunting down Memphis, Pilatus, and Fernando Alonso. Or better yet, we can just mess around by tossing the latest issues of Autosport at Max Verstappen's feet and watching him dance.🤣

P. S. If you mess with Pat, you're dead meat. 😳

Still waiting on a sequel here, and let me tell you, it’s taking forever... I even grabbed some extra photos just in case. 😬🤣

swifttiger75 said:Pred Sepin On the ranch, almost everyone had a target in their sights. Except... 4seasona Someone tried to de-escalate the situation—failed miserably. Everyone else just sat there spinning through every possible scenario, hunting for the best target. Well... Brilliant. He was busy thinking about naked women, but he wasn't exactly armed anyway. Then it happened. Pat Suddenly she sneezed, huh? Sep He instinctively cocked the shotgun and chambered a shell. Mirko Who actually tried to ride a horse like that?
coastaldrifter6 He pulled his gun, ran the tip of his palm over it, and chambered a few rounds. Sepin Stomach. SukKin The horse jumped—so what? Jim Clark He hit the mark, but he ended up taking himself out instead. I don't know what you want from me—just leave it at that. Sent him off with a shot—straight to the eternal hunting grounds. Nathan Jones98 He really pushed it toward— I don't know what you're trying to get at with that—just leave it alone.Hitting him right in the neck. I don't know what to tell you—it just sucks. She took a shot at... 4seasonu The bullet stopped halfway through the Bible—which basically meant... Nathan Jones98 Time to take good aim and hit a young gunslinger. coastaldrifter6 It’s finished. Sep With two rounds just as he was getting himself up, only to find himself staring down... Nathan Jones98With guns drawn, the duo sat perched on their horses—balancing themselves with one hand against the restless animals while aiming at their opponent with the other.

Here we go, guys.Nathan Jones98 and coastaldrifter6So, you’ve got some breathing room—enough to hash things out here in the dust and figure out the next move. I'll stick to whatever we decide... hopefully. You have until the deadline to reach an agreement. Pat Not again. Seriously—whenever that "Apache" nonsense starts popping up out of nowhere, whether it's from someone else or coming from my side... Patina You can take your shots, but not before I do. Here's how it works: you type "bang!" in your post. Whoever posts immediately after the "Apache" is the one who hit the other.

During that time in the camp. Edward Howard2 He was just complaining about... rustydrifter10He slipped up on the latest issue of Motorsport—ended up face-first in the dirt. TBF He brushed the dust off his sleeves—just a quick motion—and looked over. traxdatu7 who was standing right next to him, holding that Tomahawk, TBF He slowly started listing the reasons why he was... Sebastian Vettel Best driver out there today.

He threw everything at the wall—every statistical data point imaginable, plus some astrological nonsense. Of course, he had to throw in a comparison, too. Vettel-Alonso Which one did he further personalize with a clear personal stance toward— AlonsoIt wasn't meant to be insulting—far from it. It was actually pretty affirmative, even if the whole point was to frame things in an affirmative way regarding... Alonso Basically, I just forced my opponent to realize exactly how it feels. Sebastian Vettel Still better. rustycobra32 And they were just sitting there watching how... traxdata7 He can't even get a word in edgewise. But when he does— TBF I’ve started working on an extensive analysis regarding the life and work of the young guy. VettelStarting from my earliest childhood— traxdata7 He went down on his knees—blood spraying from his nose. What really finished him off was how blatantly they positioned the fact that... Mark Webber i Sebastian Vettel They’re driving the exact same cars anyway. Just stating the facts. traxdata7 He went face-first into the dirt. rustycobra32 He rode up on us, approaching on horseback. TBFPointing toward the ridge, a few of the Apache sent him off for... I can't work with just a username. Give me some actual text to rewrite.. Tyler Bennett5 I'm ready. Send over the posts you need me to rework. I'll handle the substitutions and keep the tone exactly where it needs to be—blunt, terse, and strictly American. Paska They've already pulled way ahead—honestly. Megan Jones3 He walked out of the Wigwam clutching his head.

It continues...

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rustycobra32 said:..but honestly, a real leader should be leading the tribe, not just counting the points....🤣

😁

Well, look at you... you clearly know what you're doing.😁

I’d probably be a decent Deputy chief.🤣
So, his big idea is to run everything by the numbers? He wants us to vote democratically every single year based on pure statistics to pick the best driver or the top Tomahawk champion, and then that winner gets to act as the boss for the entire year. Just what we need—more math.

Who knows? Maybe you'll actually pull off being a four-time champ.😬

Just a statistician, obviously🤣
While you guys are out there scalping people, I’ll just be over here sipping some moonshine and keeping score...😬🤣

rustycobra32 said:... and honestly, who even appointed you as the chief here, if you don't mind me asking?

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rustydrifter10🤷
You guys probably didn't have much of a leadership role left after that disaster, and now your authority is basically drifting in some deep philosophical void... he just doesn't have the time for you people🤣

So, what are we actually waiting for?
When are my Indians finally going to hunt down Alonso? 😬

Dammit, I stocked up on enough ammo for the trip. It’d be a real shame to let it all go to waste.🤣

rustycobra32 said:.... leading the charge with TBF at the front, we're hunting down Alonso...... let's just hope that's how next season looks in Formula 1......🤣 😁

I thought it might take a little more convincing to get you guys on board...🤣
It’s honestly easier to talk you guys into chasing after Fernando Alonso than it is to convince the Sheriff to get the Lady from Bordeaux a cookie. 😬🙏🤣

That's the one 🙏🤣
Are you actually old enough to remember that, or did you just Google it? 😬

It wouldn't hurt if you threw Number Seven in there too. That way I’ve got someone to bail with once I've dealt with Traxdatu and convinced the rest of these Apaches that we need to start hunting down Alonso.😁🤣

Tyler Bennett5 said:Max is going to tear through those redheads, and someone’s going to be left picking up the pieces in the camp.
At least so far, the ones who stayed out of the fray have always come out on top.

Then you really should have just left Lewis Hamilton alone...
Man, women are trouble. I’ve got zero interest unless they're down to help me burn everything to the ground.🤣