Posts by Megan Jones3

William Bennett53 said:Damn them all, what a complete disaster, and the paramedics haven't even arrived yet... 🤣🤣🤣

Anyway, it’s perfectly in Rain's style to just keep pouring whiskey after such a total mess. 🙏
As far as her appearance goes, that's exactly how I pictured her visually. 😍
But Maminho's older one was a complete surprise to me as well. 🙏 🙏

Saw is running for the hills. 🤣 🙏

Look, if there has to be a trans prostitute in a brothel, wouldn't it be better if, instead of Microsoft killing her, one of the heroes realized this was a golden opportunity for his own backside? He could get exactly what he's attracted to while still maintaining his persona as a straight shooter. Or even a homophobe.

hmmm.... see, that's not quite where my head was at

but honestly... there are plenty of ways to go with that 😍😍😍

swifttiger75 said:The moonlight was washing over the prairie, where the Apache riders were charging frantically under the lead of Megan Jones3. You could barely make out the war paint on the faces of Leslie Eldridge and Partfish, but their eyes said everything. Raising a hand, Megan Jones3 halted the Apache group, while a young Cherokee scout slid off his horse and pressed his ear to the dirt.

"Three or four of them..." he whispered to Megan Jones3, his face still pressed against the ground.
"Over there... toward Tamburel..." he added.

Looking toward Tamburel, the chief Megan Jones3 straightened up, then shifted his gaze toward Padock, where the sky was bleeding red. Further off, near Eau Rouge, the small glow of a camp fire caught his eye.

(Here's your play, Chief Megan Jones3. You can head toward Tamburel via TBF, Paskaneman, the mobbers, and FilipomR5. Option two is Padock, which is currently going up in flames, or a third option: gfggfg's gang getting caught in the blaze exiting Eau Rouge.)

Meanwhile, the fire at Padock was starting to spiral out of control.

(Dorian g, Nathan Jones98, Clark, Pat, and 4season, the choice is yours. Everyone decides for themselves—though William Bennett53 and Pat need to stick together. All paths are open, so I won't limit your options.)

As things started heating up on the prairie, bounty hunter Kimi#1 buckled his belt, adjusted his hat, and stepped out into the street. He pulled on a pair of thin leather gloves as he headed toward the saloon, his spurs jingling in a steady rhythm against his boots...

To be continued...

John Doe

I’m just sitting here hoping this whole thing turns out to be interactive and that my little episode actually makes the cut for the official version. If nothing else, it would be great to throw in a massive curveball, you know? Something with that pure shock factor, kind of like a sudden Apache raid out of nowhere.

honestly, just an aide

darkmarlin16 said:What the hell is going on?

just throw it into Google Translate😁😁😁

"Every party will appoint a reliable second, who would, between them, determine an appropriate 'code of honor.' It is also the duty of every party's second to ensure that weapons were equal and that the duel was fair. While generally required by custom, the similarity of weapons wasn't strictly vital; nor were witnesses or seconds essential back in the 16th and early 17th centuries, though it later became standard practice for seconds and directors to settle disputes. The role of the second eventually became more precise, ensuring rules were followed and attempting to facilitate reconciliation, [5], but even by the 1777 American legal code, seconds were still permitted the possibility of exchanging blows."

So, basically, since swifttiger75 isn't even in the picture right now, Megan Jones3 is just stepping up and taking over the whole thing.

So, basically, the Apaches just stormed right into... TamburelloSo, they actually went ahead and torched the town hall. Just set the whole place on fire. Ljupke Total jerks. They scattered like they’d seen a ghost, just screaming and running for their lives. Honestly, the clients didn't even have time to pull their pants on before they were bolting out onto the dusty street half-naked.

The Apaches went around swinging those tomahawks like crazy, and let me tell you, some customers ended up losing their scalps, others lost their stones, and some poor souls managed to lose both at the same time. swifttiger75 knows the gritty details though—he knows exactly who, when, where, and how it all went down.

The Fire has taken hold. I honestly don't even know where to start with this one, but I suppose I should probably say something since everyone seems to be talking about it. It’s just one of those things that feels like we're all collectively pretending not to notice, though if you actually stop to think about it for more than five seconds, the whole thing starts to fall apart in a pretty hilarious way. Anyway, rustydrifter10 was making some points earlier that were... well, let's call them optimistic, which is a polite way of saying they were completely missing the forest for the trees. It’s fine, really, I guess we all have our moments of being blissfully unaware of how things actually work in the real world. She was wearing this wig—which, let’s be honest, was only because she’d lost every single strand of hair to syphilis—and she just came charging out onto the street screaming like her life depended on it. Some drunk guy, at least according to the witnesses who saw the whole thing go down, was... RainHe tried to douse the fire with whiskey, thinking he’d actually put it out—but all he really did was feed the flames. rustydrifter10 She just bolted off into the unknown, or so it seemed at first glance. Actually, if you want to get technical about it, she basically just retreated to a cabin in the woods. Joseph the Radiant. So, she’s got this friend who spends all his free time messing around with medical stuff, and honestly, it’s probably for the best because Joseph actually stepped up and treated her burns. rustydrifter10 It’ll take about forty-two days, but once they make it back to Tamburello, they're going to settle the score with their girls.

While everyone was distracted, the Apache managed to snatch them right up. I mean, honestly, if you look at how things are playing out right now, it’s almost funny how predictable the whole mess is, though I suppose "funny" might be a stretch depending on how much you value your sanity. You see people running around like the world is ending because of some minor shift in the wind, while the actual foundation is basically being held together by duct tape and wishful thinking. It’s that classic American tendency to mistake noise for progress, isn't it? We get so caught up in the shouting matches on social media or the latest frantic headline from some news outlet in New York that we completely miss the fact that the gears have been grinding against each other for years. It’s not even a sudden collapse; it’s more like watching a slow-motion train wreck where everyone is arguing about the color of the conductor's hat instead of noticing the tracks are missing. I’ve always felt that if you just step back and stop reacting to every single flicker of movement, the patterns become painfully obvious, but then again, maybe most people prefer the chaos because it gives them something to do with their hands. And then they just headed back to their camp with him.

rustycobra32 said:Are the Apaches still roaming around the plains??
Does Megan Jones3 need some help with directions??

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Megan Jones3 is all set and her whole tribe is ready to go 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂

I honestly don't get why we're just sitting here waiting

Let's go, swifttiger75!!!! Get moving!!!! 😁😁😁😁

swifttiger75 said:Taking a wide arc around the rock formation, Philip crawled through the brush, satisfied with how his little scheme was playing out. Boss had actually been shooting at a hat that Philip had perched on a stone, totally unaware he was aiming at a piece of buffalo hide. But Boss wouldn't be Boss if he didn't favor radical solutions. Lighting the last stick of dynamite, he hurled it toward the hat before retreating to cover to reload his Colt. Philip spied his opening while peering through the leaves—Boss was distracted, busy reloading. He decided to take the shot.

"Hands up!" he barked, springing to his feet.

Boss stared in disbelief as the seasoned gunslinger held him at gunpoint, nervously jamming rounds into his Colt's cylinder. Confident in his leverage, Philip started closing the distance toward Boss without breaking eye contact.

"Drop the gun and get on the ground!" he commanded.

Boss hesitated for a second, acting like he still had a chance, but Philip wasn't having it. He cocked the hammer of his Colt to drive home the point. Right then, a low explosion from the dynamite caught Philip off guard, giving Boss a precious window. Snapping his cylinder shut, Boss fired toward Philip. The two traded shots at point-blank range until finally, Boss's pistol just clicked. Click... click... click... he pulled the trigger frantically, but nothing happened. Philip raised his revolver to the level of Boss's head, aiming straight between the eyes. BANG! Boss slumped against the rock before sliding down to the dirt a moment later.

Philip blew the smoke from his Colt, spun it around his index finger, and holstered it with practiced ease. He took two more steps toward Boss, then dropped to the ground himself.

Meanwhile, over at the Apache camp, the chief, Megan Jones3, was rallying his warriors with grand speeches and whiskey. Amidst war cries and pure adrenaline, a group of about ten Apache surged forward, crossing the Hilton River. Wielding a tomahawk, a young Cherokee warrior joined Megan Jones3 at the head of the pack.

The sun was already dipping toward the west when thick black smoke began rising from the direction of Park City.

To be continued...

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Let's go, swifttiger75!!! When are we finally going to see those scalps falling?! I’ve got this Tomahawk itching for action 😁🙂

Apache doesn't show any mercy, not to outlaws, lawmen, ranchers, women, the weak, train conductors, bankers, madam owners, or bartenders—absolutely nobody, because when it comes to the Tomahawk, everyone is on equal footing 😁😁

swifttiger75 said:Listening to the sound of the train. Jason Campbell70 I drove my horse toward the tracks. It was a struggle over time—a real grind. The Mustang was huffing, gasping for its very last breath. In that window... Mazgoon He kept glancing over his shoulder, gauging whether he could get a clear shot at the trio. Once he decided they were in range, he yanked the reins twice to steady the horses, lashed them to the coach's frame, and scrambled up onto the roof. He started working the Winchester—aiming for the rear—but the shots were wild and scattered, mostly because the coach was bucking and jolting all over the place at a full gallop. Still, it was enough to make the three of them slow down, keeping a safe distance from the rifle's reach. Pila He managed to catch up to the train—using one last burst of energy, he lunged for a rail on one of the cars, smoothly swinging himself from his horse onto the moving carriage.

Man, forget it all for today—that’s what I thought as the train picked up speed and pulled away from everything.
Damn, he actually pulled it off! — he yelled. graniteharbor502
We'll find him soon enough. Tamburelo- he said. Way Slowing down the horse.

At that moment— Mazgoonov The carriage slammed right into a massive boulder and lost its front right wheel. From the sheer force of the impact— Mazgoon He collapsed onto the ground and just stayed there—completely motionless. The trio was closing in fast. shadowstag10 He dropped down, turning over. Mazgoon On my back.

"So that's the crazy mailman—what if he had actually opened fire on us?!" he asked. Way
I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. pilin "Butter..." — he insisted. graniteharbor502
"Whatever—he'll explain himself once he's back to his senses," he said. shadowstag10
"Just toss him over his horse—we'll be at Tamburel by this evening," he said. Terry Carter2 shadowstag10

And just like that, the trio headed off toward... TambureloMeanwhile, the Apache have crossed over. Ria SpaUpon arriving at the camp, they greeted their leader—one of the most bloodthirsty Apaches out there. He was the chief. Megan Jones3.

It keeps going...

Well, I'm asking you 😁😁😁

I'm already swinging my tomahawk—scalps are gonna be flying any second now 😁😁😁