Post by Vale on Dec 3, 2009 3:33:23 GMT -5
"There's no true tale, everything---be it the preacher man's words, the hooker's flirt, or the sheriff's warning---is designed to get to you, to git under yer skin, yer nails, so the only option ya got is to pull the trigger. But that's the fun of it. You git to choose on the direction of the gun. You git to choose who gits shot, and who gits shit. So tell me kid, who's it gonna be?"
The West wasn't won in a day, and far too many towns fell just as quickly as they were put up. If the water flowed half as much as the whiskey, then a city might just stick around longer than a few months. In fact, that's all that a sprawl out here needs---water, whiskey, and while we're at it....women.
New Fremont was just like that---Saloon, Hotel, A Doctor's Office, a Butcher (who was the older brother of the Doctor), General Store, Sheriff---almost a cookie cutter kind of feel. Things got heated when Yarley Gates kicked back a few too many at the Dusty Dame Saloon and proceeded to try and kick the shit outta the Butcher---which never ended in a fair fight.
Rumor had it though, some Missouri big shots were coming out to New Fremont---word of mouth o'course---said they were going to make New Fremont the ideal Frontier town. Said they were bringing water to the city, enough so they all could have their own watering holes. Dreams do come true after all.
Needless to say, it should have been obvious, after all yeh could just look around at Fremontown---place is more used than the discount dames at the Dusty. Sheriff's been evicted, much to the dismay of the butcher, and his estate was up for grabs---power to the town, or pawn of the public. Didn't really matter. heck, I dunno why I'm even telling yeh dis. Yer here ain'tcha? Yer either blind or dumb if you can't see the state Fremont is in. So please, enlighten me. Who in the hell are yeh?
The West wasn't won in a day, and far too many towns fell just as quickly as they were put up. If the water flowed half as much as the whiskey, then a city might just stick around longer than a few months. In fact, that's all that a sprawl out here needs---water, whiskey, and while we're at it....women.
New Fremont was just like that---Saloon, Hotel, A Doctor's Office, a Butcher (who was the older brother of the Doctor), General Store, Sheriff---almost a cookie cutter kind of feel. Things got heated when Yarley Gates kicked back a few too many at the Dusty Dame Saloon and proceeded to try and kick the shit outta the Butcher---which never ended in a fair fight.
Rumor had it though, some Missouri big shots were coming out to New Fremont---word of mouth o'course---said they were going to make New Fremont the ideal Frontier town. Said they were bringing water to the city, enough so they all could have their own watering holes. Dreams do come true after all.
Needless to say, it should have been obvious, after all yeh could just look around at Fremontown---place is more used than the discount dames at the Dusty. Sheriff's been evicted, much to the dismay of the butcher, and his estate was up for grabs---power to the town, or pawn of the public. Didn't really matter. heck, I dunno why I'm even telling yeh dis. Yer here ain'tcha? Yer either blind or dumb if you can't see the state Fremont is in. So please, enlighten me. Who in the hell are yeh?
Congrats grimn! You're in the real mode, now. I've no doubt that you'll surprise yourself on just how tough and mature you can be.