I decided to write a story as I've done before, now instead of War, old west. If ya want a part in it and I have room drop me a PM and if I dont get one I'll just add people to fit the slots.
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Chapter 1
In the year 1869 in the old west there was a town that went by the name of newgrounds and just down south of them was a place called ebaums and these two towns feuded and feuded all the time. Not as much as newgrounds fought with themselves thou, they did have a sheriff keeping it all together. Bazi was the name and keeping order in this outlaw town was the game, he hated his job but did it because he new he was the only one who could do it.
It all starts when Bazi was sitting in his office sipping on a cup a coffee, which he added his own secret ingredient, whiskey.
“Sheriff!” yelled ZeroAsALimit (Now know as Zaal) as he burst through the door in a sweaty panic. “Now Zaal what’s going, not making enough money in your saloon” smirked Bazi as he sipped his coffee.
“No, Zack came to town and is shooting the place up with his gang of outlaws and they’ve took Lagatag captive”
Bazi spits out his coffee and jumps up and runs past Zaal knocking him to the ground “Stay here I’ll be back” Bazi says
If I haven’t told that kid enough stay out of that damn saloon, I promised ma and pa that I would keep him safe. Ma, Pa I miss you two, but why couldn’t you two teach that kid to think for himself and try to stay out of trouble.
*Bang* a bullet flies by Bazi’s head, he pulls out his revolvers and jumps through the doors of the saloon. “Now were is Lagatag!?!” yelled Bazi pointing his pistols at random people. “Heh to late they already left and we got a nice little grave set up for you out in back” Chuckled a one of the outlaws. Bazi steers at the three outlaws standing next to each other in front of a table with a lantern on it. Seeing his chance he jumps to the right shooting one bullet directly at the lantern causing it to explode and make the outlaws go flying in the air.
“Ugghh ow” groans the outlaws, Bazi comes out of the smoke and steps on the outlaw’s throat and shoves his pistol up his nose till it hit a bone “ooh a bone, I wonder if I’ll hit your brain if I push any harder” says Bazi as he steers in the outlaws bleeding eyes. “Well!” Yells Bazi pushing a little harder on the gun. “Ughh, you didn’t ask anything…” muttered the outlaw.
“Oh, Where is Zack and where did he take Lagatag!?”
“They went to Ralfie Cave, just north”
Bazi pulls the gun out of his nose, “Alright, now get out of this town or I’ll have you kill you” offers Bazi
Bazi leaves the saloon meeting Zaal outside, “So how did it go?” asked Zaal
“As good as it gets, I’m taking your horse and also the outlaws are in there do what you will with them”
“Oh I will” says Zaal walking inside *Bang* *Bang* the sound of gunfire is the only thing Bazi can hear as he rides out north to the cave, with only one thing on his mind and that’s killing Zack for touching his brother.
God damn it were the fuck is the cave, every damn second longer is another bullet I’m going to put in Zack’s head.
Bazi rides around a mountain looking for the cave that they are holding up in, until he sees it, across the plain field in another mountain. “Damn wrong mountain” he rides over across the field with his eyes locked on the cave. He rides up outside the cave and yells inside at the top of his lungs “ZACK! Get out here!”.
“ok, ok what do ya’ll want” says Zack with a cool face
“Give back Lagatag or prepare to die”
“Do you know who I am I’m Zack, many have tried to take me out, and I guess as you can see all have failed, what make you think you’ll win?”
“What makes you think I’ll lose?”
“Nothing but enough talking, I challenge you to a duel”
“Just my thoughts exactly” Bazi jumps of his horse and walks out in the plains keeping a eye on the treacherous Zack to make sure he didn’t pull anything tricky. They stand ten feet away from each other with there pistols holstered but ready to pull. “Draw when the sun hits the ridge. Steering each other in the eyes not blinking for a second, waiting for the sun the to hit the ridge.
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*Bang* *Thud* Zack falls to the ground, in a puddle of his own blood with out the chance to even pull his gun out of his holster.