deegee

Seeking a Western

Absolutely.

Seeking a Western

I suppose so -- although I hadn't really thought of that, initially. I pulled the notion from 'The Postman,' honestly. Stealing the clothing, maybe trying on the persona. Or even, creating a fictional travelling fire & brimstone judge/jury/executioner type. Should have recalled the Pale Rider motif. I love that picture. But it has been a very long week, and honestly, I thought of stealing / finding clothing a la Postman.

Seeking a Western

I'm thinking something along these lines.

"preacher"

...except he's no preacher.

Seeking a Western

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Of course. I'm not suggesting you want to hog all the limelight; I just figured we need to start off with strong relationship and motive between at least one protagonist and the bad guy. Someone that, no matter what else unfolds, has a strong arc to complete with the antagonist. So, that way, other writers have freedom to play with character concepts more tangential to the antagonist, but there still is at least one character with a motive that has to go all the way to the end. So, not so much saying "me me me," but saying "I'm committing to a certain arc and a certain background that will carry the story through to the end, allowing others to explore a wider range of characters without worrying the plot will stall."

@PrinceAlbert

Well, as long as we have that firmly in mind, then! Looks like we have a few folks in this thread already. Anybody up for a recruiting drive of sorts? I figure five or six would be good. Let's say, 5-9, somewhere in there?

Seeking a Western

Ooooh -- option one is on the MONEY! Awesome. Now -- I'm very happy to play the protagonist... but I don't want to steal anyone's thunder. We need a team, and I don't want to drive anyone off by making it all about me-me-me. Need some more blood in here before we take off a-runnin'

Seeking a Western

I love the idea of a heist. On a train? Maybe. But I also love the notion of a payroll heist that necessitates getting into someplace they shouldn't be in the first place. In town? In the Big Bad's stately home? In addition to this, I like the idea of coming to learn a little of the town, what makes BBEG deserve his title. One of my favourite tropes in the lone wanderer / western genre is the notion of anti-heroes coming together to fight on behalf of those who can't fight for themselves. They may have ulterior motives, or have no direct interest in the locals, or in the altruism of 'saving' anyone.

I think the open-ness of a small ville might be > train. Train feels very confined, and western to me feels very open-air (headcanon.) So, option one-ish? Honestly can't go wrong with anything Magificent Seven-esque.

@PrinceAlbert

Seeking a Western

I'd prefer to have a concept of sorts, before deciding on a time or setting or tech level. Don't want anything as arbitrary as a fictitious timeframe to ruin any semblance of creativity!

Seeking a Western

Anybody else feel the need to mosey? Shoe a horse? Discover a corrupt or cowardly sheriff? wear a white (or black) hat? Start a saloon brawl? End a standoff? Do a spot of Bounty Hunting? Mete out some frontier, hard justice? Act the Lone Wolf? Rob a train?

Seeking a Western

I'd be down for a Deadwood-style RP, something centered around a small town where the PCs need to interact to achieve their personal goals. Mark me as interested.

@AndyC

I think that would be do-able. Certainly always loved the small-town folk, working against a bigger threat, kinda-angle.

The Risen: Fear the Fallen

So then, it was all over. (Never over. Never OVER. Over where?) He didn't really know what to do with himself after the last of the shoppers had been dispatched. (Dispatch! Dispatch -- this is bus 412, where are you, dispatch?) Realizing he was still carrying the bat, he made himself busy, by returning it to the aisle from whence it came, but then agonized over putting used merchandise back on the open sales floor. That was for Customer Service to attend to.

Uncertain, he held onto the bat, using it like a walking cane. thrumm. clank. thrumm. clank. thrumm. clank. He found himself back up at the checkout lanes, where Grant-Package and Grant-Package-Friend were hugging and cleaning up. He stood awkwardly, before remembering he needed to sweep and clear. Where had the shoppers come from? He went down the short hall to the office (Larry's desk, Larry had not clocked in today.) and flicked through the monitors (Miami Vice, 7PM Thursdays! Golden Girls, 4PM weekdays on CTV!) and then he found what he was looking for. The #3 loading dock door was wedged open, a shopper half-in, half-out (50/50 tickets for this week's draw are available at Customer Service! Gwen used to be really good at selling the 50/50 draw tickets. Gwen Lawrenson, employee of the month Feb. 2016.)

He made for the loading dock, and helped out the shopper. ('Our customers -- we appreciate YOU!' Ryan wore that button on his usual overshirt.) Confirming the loading dock was closed and safe, he made his way back out to the checkout. Didn't really know what he was supposed to say to these shoppers. It had been a long time since he had seen these kind of shoppers. He stood a long time before he spoke, and when he did, it sounded like he hadn't used his voice in a long time.

"Hi." The pause was long enough to run a freight train through. "I'm Ryan. I work in Electronics and Home Furnishings." He swayed slightly, like he was thinking of moving on, but just stood still, swaying slightly. His eyes never quite met theirs. "Sorry about your head, Grant-Package. Didn't know if you was... were a good one, or a bad one."

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