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    30 KB Wild Cards: Sons of the Gun QUEST Dealer 05/15/11(Sun)23:39 No.14941103  
    Evenin', partners. Name's Cameron, but you can call me Dealer Lawrence. Heard y'all like stories. Stories 'bout gunslingers 'n' cityslickers. Cowboys 'n' Injuns. This here story I'm 'bout to tell got all that an' more.

    Iffen y'all don't have any ideer what I'm talkin' 'bout, I s'ggest y'all mosey on over to this here spot o' intrest:


    Now's we got all that settled, I reckon I gots a story for ya, but first, I gotta ask y'all:

    Can one of y'all roll a number 'tween 1 an' 52? I reckon that's the best way to start.
    >> Anonymous 05/15/11(Sun)23:41 No.14941119
    Come on 8 of diamonds
    >> Anonymous 05/15/11(Sun)23:42 No.14941132
    rolled 36 = 36

    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/15/11(Sun)23:47 No.14941180
    rolled 35 = 35

    >> Dealer 05/15/11(Sun)23:49 No.14941200
    Let me just shuffle these here cards, an' we'll figure out what story we'll tell tonight.

    ... Three o' Clubs. What an interesting story to tell tonight.

    Now, there's plenty o' tales that go along with that particular Gun. Which one would ya like to hear? Go ahead, I'm sure I'd know it iffen ya described a bit 'bout the poor slinger.
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/15/11(Sun)23:51 No.14941215
    rolled 48 = 48

    Down on his luck slinger, always the target of ridicule and seemed to be the town scapegoat when things went wrong. He was their sheriff and in his mid twenties.
    >> Dealer 05/15/11(Sun)23:56 No.14941252
    Ah yes. Could never forget ol' Sheriff McClellan. Though, once he found that there Gun, he likened his first, James, more to his liken.

    Now, iffen you remember James McClellan... Well, you remember how strong, fast, smart, and smooth he was? Why don't y'all give me a couple numbers 'tween 1 and 3?
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/15/11(Sun)23:58 No.14941271
    rolled 3, 2, 3 = 8

    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/15/11(Sun)23:58 No.14941284
    rolled 2 = 2

    oops missed one
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)00:00 No.14941291
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    OH MY GOD! I don't want to play but I will read the shit out of this! The pressure's on OP
    >> JSCervini !!L+hOixyXrvo 05/16/11(Mon)00:01 No.14941306
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    Consider me intrigued. Which reminds me that I need to playtest the blackjack-ish rules with some friends once I am done with moving and whatnot.

    With that said, carry on Dealer!
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)00:04 No.14941324
    Rolled 17 = 17
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)00:04 No.14941325
    Hmm... Oh yes, yes. I'm sorry, son, sometimes I get caught up in the big ol' picture an' fergit the small stuff... Yes, so our character here, James, he was a very strong man... Fit for a Club, for sure. A little fleet o' foot, too, an' not in the c'wardly way neither. Not a smart man, by any means though, but he could talk his way outta some sitchiations without firin' a bolt.

    In case you here cityslickers didn't quite catch mah drift, here it is in them layin' man's terms:

    Clubs/Power: 3
    Diamonds/Speed: 2
    Hearts/Smarts: 1
    Spades/Savvy: 2

    Now, just give me a second here to jog up my gray matter with this here shot o' whiskey, an' we'll git er movin'.
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)00:06 No.14941333
    rolled 1 = 1

    Also, I was thinking of some simpler rules for the blackjack version by the way, more like less team play, and more the dealer has a different hand for each opponent in the combat situation and you can pick and choose which to fight against, granted, the dealer could pick and choose to, but before the hand is dealt obviously.
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)00:07 No.14941343
    rolled 1 = 1

    but I rolled a
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)00:13 No.14941380
    >Three of clubs
    Well, this is gonna be a short story.

    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)00:13 No.14941382
    (hi there, email buddy.)

    AHH. Always comes down easy. 'cept not, since I reckon this swill's made in the same place I spend most o' my days when I ain't spittin' stories.

    Never eat raspberries, kid.

    Anyways, it all started when ol' James....

    You are now James McClellan. You are 22 years old, are about 5'11" in height, and weigh roughly 190 pounds. You are, for the most part, nine parts muscle and one part brain. You know how to dress, at least, for a lawman: dark brown duster, dirty white button-up shirt, and a hat fit for any constantly-ridiculed sheriff. You are currently outside the Saltlick Inn, also known infamously as the Salty Spittoon. Why? Because it's dirtier than them China girls ridin' around on them fancy purple carriages.

    Anyway, you have your slugtosser on your hip and a hankerin' for some grub. It is approximately 8pm on a fairly warm Summer evening. What do you do?
    >> JSCervini !!L+hOixyXrvo 05/16/11(Mon)00:15 No.14941400
    Yeah, I have to work things out, but I'm gonna stick with my idea for now and see how it works.

    Howdy Dealer.
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)00:15 No.14941402
    (I just took the highest couple, since you rolled so well. Normally a starting character should be 7 points, but I reckoned that you didn't get any 1s, so I might as well make him an 8-pointer. Still a bit of an advantage, friend!)

    (Don't you worry, son. I got some tricks up my sleeve. Threes are Wild in this little game o' Poker.)
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)00:17 No.14941419
    Well first off, we need to know the guns name and ability, or have we not gotten it yet? I guess we go to the Spitoon and make sure nothing is wrong.
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)00:18 No.14941424

    We've got 3 shots with this gun, and each takes a third of our soul.
    >> JSCervini !!L+hOixyXrvo 05/16/11(Mon)00:19 No.14941431
    Note that the Guns there are merely suggestions and stories made by others. There is no canon when it comes to the actual Guns themselves.
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)00:19 No.14941434
    he isn't using the one on the sight necessarily guys.
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)00:20 No.14941441
    (Slugtosser is a derogatory name for the guns most people have here in Wild Cards. They're pretty shoddily made. Then there are Smythes, which are some nice lookin' guns. Nothing compares to the Guns, though...)

    (Thank you, son. Got the right idea here, though there *was* a point in askin' for a number 'tween 1-52. Y'all will see shortly after this post).
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)00:22 No.14941454
    Plus this is probably taking place after Tombstone, where all but 5 guns got reshuffled
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)00:24 No.14941483
    Yeah, let's go in and get some food.
    And endure the ridicule of the other townsfolk.
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)00:25 No.14941486
    Huh... You *are* pretty hungry, but your meal will have to wait 'til you check out the Salty Spit- err, Saltlick Inn. You jingle-jangle your way up the three creaky steps and slowly but surely make your way to the rotten wood that makes up the swinging doors.

    God, what a sty.

    You swing them doors open, and the whole place is silent. People sittin' at their tables, stripped damn near buck-naked. Not any good-lookin' ones neither, damn coalminers. There's a man at the bar, an' he's holdin' a gun at the bartender. He's lookin' mighty mean with that shiny six-shooter, an' he's got a burlap sack brimmin' with odd shapes and sizes.

    He hasn't seemed to notice you yet. What do you do, lawman?
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)00:26 No.14941496
    Turn around and walk out.
    We're too old for this shit.
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)00:30 No.14941526
    Do what a lawman does.
    Draw, aim, and then cock the hammer back.
    "As the sheriff of this town, I have to tell you to put your piece down nice and quiet-like, or there's going to be some...trouble."
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)00:31 No.14941531
    You know what? You're right, talking moral compass. For all the shit these people put me through, it's 'bout damn time they realize that without me, ain't nothin' stoppin' them from gettin' their hides tanned. You turn around, push the doors open, and walk down them three creaky steps.

    But... You're still hungry. Where do you go?
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)00:31 No.14941535
    I suppose we should figure out what's going on. Not that the ingrates will thank us anyway.
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)00:33 No.14941563
    If there ain't nowhere else to go, might as well go huntin'.
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)00:34 No.14941567
    [In all honesty you should probably wait a bit longer than the first post to make a decision OP/Dealer.]
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)00:35 No.14941577
    aw, I would have been all for throwing a chair at the guy, since we are strong like that I assume.....hmmm, well, we could go to our post and put some beans on the fire if we still hungry. Though, I do want to at least stop the guys, show the asshole town that sure, we could walk out and leave them there, but guess what, they still need us.
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)00:38 No.14941609
    This man speaks the truth, though we do love your enthusiasm.
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)00:39 No.14941622
    (I know, but I like switching it up a bit. The obvious route is always to get right in the action. Let's see where this alternate path takes us!)

    You decide to do a combination of these things. You reckon you'll make yourself a nice ol' American meal o' beans-in-a-can, go back to the Inn, and see if you can't settle down the half-naked community. Besides, they owe you, right?

    Well... Hopefully.

    Anyways, you go ahead and mosey out to the outskirts of town and find a nice campsite already set up. How convienient for you! You spend a few minutes setting up the fire, pullin' out a can of "American Delight (tm)! Baked Beans (Made with Real Beans!)", and get started. It's not long before your meal is ready...

    And you hear a click from behind your head.

    "Howdy, Sheriff. Whatcha doin' at my hidin' spot?"

    What do you do?
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)00:42 No.14941647
    "Well, if this is a 'hiding' spot, I can only assume you were the one in the inn. As you can see, well, I'm cooking some beans, and please tell me you didn't kill 'nobody, they all already complain as it is."
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)00:44 No.14941662
    (I do get your points though, I was just expectin' one of you to be the only one responding. I'll wait a few minutes from now on and see if I can't meltin' pot the shit out of your responses. It's my first quest, so I know I got a few kinks to iron out.)
    >> Indonesian Gentleman 05/16/11(Mon)00:47 No.14941680
    "Share ya some beans?"
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)00:48 No.14941684
    It's alright, you keep up with any other quests? CQ and DQ are great ones to learn from when it comes to gathering multiple people's opinions and moving on. CQ is more a post is placed, then seconded, any others that aren't in direct conflict with said post and are also seconded are usually also put together. DQ is more generally taking a large consensus and putting it into effect, rarely do the posts go into horrible specifics. It does have it's fair share though.
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)00:53 No.14941709
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)00:53 No.14941714
    You blink a few times, already mid-bite. "Well, if shis ish ahh 'higing' shhpot, ahh chagn onry asshhume yagh werrb da om in da inn."

    You're about to continue when you feel the hot iron against the back of your head. "Swallow, Sheriff. I can't understand a fuckin' thing you said."

    You swallow. "As you can see, well, I'm eatin' some beans, and please tell me you didn't kill 'nobody, they all already complain as it is."

    "What do you care, James? You ain't mucha Sheriff here, accordin' to the people. Just another yellow-livered coward with a badge and a pig-iron shooter."

    "And I was going to offer you some beans..."

    What do you do now?
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)00:59 No.14941757
    Turn head a bit.
    "Well, that ain't my damned fault. All they do is complain, 'I don't do this,' 'I don't do that.' Hell I thought I would let them see what happens when I don't do shit. Now you gonna stop pointing that thing at me or not, I don't plan on arrestin' yeh. I'll put it down as a lernin' 'sperience for 'em."
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)01:01 No.14941761
    "Also, you didn't kill 'nobody, right? Paperwork is a bitch."
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)01:03 No.14941781
    OK THIS IS PRETTY TERRIBLE. OP, sorry to say it, but you are not doing well here.

    I'm going to go ahead and post another Wild Cards quest thread in a few minutes. Come over if you'd like.
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)01:07 No.14941815
    Well, if people would join in, it wouldn't be that damn bad.....so far it's just me, and a few lurkers
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)01:08 No.14941824
    (Persuasion: Savvy vs. Savvy. Result: Success!)

    You turn your head to the side. You still can't get a good view on your would-be assailant. "Well, that ain't my damned fault. All they do is complain, 'I don't do this,' 'I don't do that.' Hell I thought I would let them see what happens when I don't do shit. Now you gonna stop pointing that thing at me or not, I don't plan on arrestin' yeh. I'll put it down as a lernin' 'sperience for 'em."

    There's a pause, and then you feel the warm iron of the barrel move away from your head. "S'ppose yer right. You ain't gonna double-cross me?"

    "Did you make any paperwork for me?" You ask, as you turn around. He's dark, like a Mexican, but his accent is nothing akin to it. He's American, just like you.

    "Naw," he starts, wavin' his gun around like it weren't nothin'. "Just made some noise is all."

    He looks a bit distracted... You still got some hot beans in your hands, and your iron ain't that far from your reach. He looks complacent though.

    What do you do?
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)01:09 No.14941834
    (Ouch... Care to give me some pointers instead of only telling me it's terrible? I'm very receptive to criticism.)
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)01:10 No.14941837
    Offer him the beans, no man should be forced to die on an empty stomach, and besides, he was just teaching these ungrateful fucks the lesson they needed to learn.
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)01:15 No.14941878
    What this man said, though, killing him is not necessary, and we are a man of our word, as a lawman see.

    Offer him the beans with the same hand as the one with his gun, then pull ours. we won't arrest him, said we won't, just gonna put him out of his misery of law breakin' is all.
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)01:16 No.14941883
    (I'll bump for more responses, but if it's really not all that great, then I'll let it die. Chalk it up to a learning experience!)
    >> Indonesian Gentleman 05/16/11(Mon)01:16 No.14941886
    Beans, offer, make it happen.
    Also ask about name, just in case there's gonna be paperwork.
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)01:17 No.14941898
    There we go, three consistent responders, that is much better, we'll eventually get more, just hold out a bit longer Dealer.
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)01:23 No.14941936
    (Thanks. I'll keep a stiff upper lip, sir.)


    A sudden spark of genius hits you. You reach the beans over to your mystery man, smirking. "Here, I figure I used your fire, might as well share."

    The criminal scum looks surprised, blinking. "Oh. Right. Thanks." He switches hands on his pistol, and takes the beans in his shooting hand.

    "Say, what's your name anyway?" You ask, your hand dangling innocuously near your piece of shit gun.

    "Well, it's funny," he starts, holding the spoonful of beans in the same hand he is currently holding his gun. "My name's Charles. Charles McClellan. Think there's any relation?"

    And in a split second, your gun has fired straight through the skull of the man who had introduced himself.

    "Nope. Not anymore."

    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)01:25 No.14941955
    well, guess we could take the loot back, or keep it ourselves, hmmmm, check him, get the stolen good off of him, then go to our "building" or whatever the sheriff has in this town. If they want their belongings, they can come claim them. We will deal with case by case basis here. They come in raising hell, well, we will see.
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)01:28 No.14941978
    THUD. The sound of a corpse dying before it hits the ground. What a strange, sickening sound. You think you've heard it dozens of times before, but you can't remember. Sighing, you turn around. Wouldn't you know it, but a strange man in a tuxedo is sitting across the fire from you.

    "Hello, Sheriff," the man starts, smiling. His accent's funny, and he smells different from the smoke of the burning wood. Fragrant, but not. Kind of like a real expensive wine, or a pretty girl.

    "Evenin', dealer," you start, assuming he is a card dealer. "Just takin' care of a lawbreaker."

    "Oh, I know," he drawls, laughing. Oh, that laugh. Familiar but not. So hearty, so deep, so.... menacing. "I know it all. Ain't life funny?"

    You raise an eyebrow. "In what manner o' speakin'?"

    "In the manner that it's all just a game. Just a big ol' game," he states in a manner-of-fact manner. "Speaking of which, would you like to play one?"

    What do you say? Or do, for that matter?
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)01:32 No.14942010
    Sorry dealer, I don't have the money to play cards. Paycheck comes in next week.
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)01:34 No.14942019
    "Well, I don't know what game you deal, dealer, but allow me to finish up here first right quick like."

    Proceed to search body for the stolen goods, retrieve them. Put his body proper like before asking, "mind coming with me to my office back in town? Be a bit better with a table to play a card game anyway."
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)01:36 No.14942038
    The dealer wants to play a game, that's nice. I'm broke and still hungry, and that bastard nearly spilled my beans.

    He can play if he wants, and we can loot later, right now there's a plate of beans waiting to be eaten.
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)01:39 No.14942050
    we can eat walking back into town good sir.
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)01:42 No.14942064

    You squint your eyes. You don't know if it's the fact that somethin' about this man is rubbin' you the wrong way, the fact that his outfit is hurtin' your eyes, or if the smoke is startin' to get too thick. Regardless, you feel as though as your will is being sapped. Your ability to communicate is becoming increasingly difficult.

    "Sorry dealer, I don't have the money to play cards. Paycheck comes in next week," you start, somewhat struggling to get the words out.

    "Besides," you continue as you get up to search the body of your brother. "I don't know even know what game you deal."

    "Oh, the game is just cards. No money," the dealer replies, a smile in his voice. "Just cards. All you have to do is pick one."

    You search around the body of Charlies McClellan, but find nothing of relative value on his person. His gun, however, was a Smythe. Beautiful quality. You decide to hold on to that, and the few rounds he had on hand. In addition, the bag full of stolen merchandise is also present. You decide to carry that around with you with its cheap leather strap to put around your shoulder. "Sounds simple enough. We can play it at my place o' business. Let's go."

    You put out the fire, cover your brother with a blanket and sigh one last time, and start to walk. Do you have any questions for the strange man?
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)01:45 No.14942086

    I'll get the obvious one out of the way.

    What game are we playing? Poker? Black Jack? Go Fish?

    Also, it's mighty odd to see a man like him out here. Reckon he must have some business other then just playin' card with us.
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)01:45 No.14942087
    Say Feller, where was it you said you came from? I didn't see you approach before I shot that other feller, and then all of a sudden you appeared. You some kinda hoodoo man?
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)01:45 No.14942091
    That is what I'm talking about Dealer, that was a skillful put together of three different posts to get the result that would probably please most if not all.

    "So, how'd you end up here 'bouts? We don't got no casinos here, so if you are lookin' fer werk, it's in short order 'ere."
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)01:49 No.14942121
    rolled 79 = 79

    Just read the update where the sheriff turned around and left the inn, the mental image made me laugh out loud. Good show OP
    >> Pink 05/16/11(Mon)01:52 No.14942142
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    This thread/quest
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)01:54 No.14942164
    Join us Mr. Pink, we need a professional around here.
    (please tell me you get that reference.
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)01:55 No.14942167
    (I'm starting to slow down on the beers, so that might be it. Regardless, thank you, man. You've been here since minute one. I appreciate it.)


    As you leave the campsite, you remember your beans. They are still gripped by Charles' hand, uncovered by the blanket. You decide to relinquish him of his uneaten food, and carry on.

    The man you have just met is a few steps behind you as you walk. You try to slow down so that he can catch up, but he seems to move even slower in response. You muster up the will to ask a question: "Say Feller," you begin. "Where was it you said you came from? I didn't see you approach before I shot that other feller, and then all of a sudden you appeared. You some kinda hoodoo man?"

    The man laughs behind you, that same sick laugh that curdles your blood from the inside out. "I guess you could say that I'm prone to pop up when people least expect it. A hobby of mine, no doubt."

    You, however stupid you may be, are not satisfied with that answer. "So, how'd you end up here 'bouts? We don't got no casinos here, so if you are lookin' fer werk, it's in short order 'ere."

    The dealer chuckles lightly. Not lightly in the way one would imagine, as it still managed to sound pretty sinister. "Oh, I think I'll manage. Most times, people only need to play one game of mine before they get hooked."

    You furrow your brow. Why is it getting so hard to fuckin' talk? You start thinkin' you might have a sore throat or somethin', but you manage to say, "What game are we playing? Poker? Black Jack? Go Fish?"

    "All you have to do," the man starts. "Is pick a card. Easy enough?"

    You're about to enter the town, and thus, your place o' business. Anything else to say?
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)01:57 No.14942188
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    (Glad you appreciate, sir. Have a .gif that reminds me oh-so-much about this particular scene).
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)01:58 No.14942194
    I'm stumped, the man is mentally handicapping us and well, all of our questions lead to dead ends, just leave 'em be. If anything, we still are sheriff, should we go into the saloon and return the goods? Also, James is giving off a passive aggressive vibe, anyone else getting that?
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)01:58 No.14942196
    Getting hard to walk, talk, and probably think. Luckily we don't have to think, we have beans. Assuming we are munching on the beans as we walk, I think it would be polite to offer our new found jackass some of the beans before we find a good way to railroad his ass out of town.

    Never let it be said that James McClellan never offered a dead man a last meal. Even if the dead man is some kind of creepy hoodoo sneak.
    >> Indonesian Gentleman 05/16/11(Mon)01:58 No.14942199
    Nothing, our tongue's getting the cramps. Let's just set up the table, and sit on our chair.
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)01:59 No.14942206
    rolled 34 = 34

    Go and play the cards with the man
    it seems he wont leave you alone if ypu dont
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)02:08 No.14942271

    You decide that talk is cheap, especially when you don't have the funds to afford it. You munch quietly on your beans, the flavor surprisingly fulfilling. You figure that food tastes better after you kill a man for it.

    You turn around mid-step, offering the man some of your food. "Want some beans?"

    He simply smirks. "No thanks, I don't eat."

    You look forward, perplexed... And you're already at your department. Really? That fast? It seemed like you still had a ways to go too...

    "Let's get inside," you mutter with some difficulty, opening the door to your office. It's small, and pretty nice, with three empty cells lining up the opposite wall. You have a desk, a lamp, a table, and a gun closet (which is empty). You light a few candles and turn on the lamp. When you turn around, the dealer is already sitting with a deck of cards in his hand.

    "So, ready to play?" he asks, grinning a toothy grin.

    What do you say? I assume "Yes," but I need a few minutes, so go ahead and come up with a few ideas if you'd like.
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)02:11 No.14942289
    "Bah, you people and your silly card games. I swear that's all people do for fun now a days, that and fucking and drinking their damned lives away. I don't care either way old man, just-" grab a card, "Let's get this over with, hmmm. Am I supposed to show it to yeh? What are the rules?"
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)02:13 No.14942304
    "Y'know, dealer... hardly known you for a few minutes, and you already seem the type to stack your deck. If just grabbin' a card's the game, what are the stakes? What's a winning hand?"
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)02:13 No.14942307
    Question for those of you who know more about Wild Cards than I.

    The Red Joker is the antithesis to the Black Joker, right? He doesn't actually kill the black joker, but on the day that the black joker dies the red joker is there right?

    Or is that wrong?
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)02:16 No.14942320
    For a second I thought somebody was pretending to be me. Then I saw it was just a name for a quest thread.

    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)02:17 No.14942326
    (I'm no expert, but I always figured that the Red Joker had the capability to harm or maybe even kill the Black Joker. They're kind of opposites: one that's infamous for a whole year, forever in the history books... And one that no one can remember, save the red gun and the diamond ring necklace. I'd say that they're evenly matched, in terms of power. Red Joker might need some help though).
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)02:20 No.14942360
    You probably should roll a trip though, just in case.
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)02:22 No.14942370
    rolled 17 = 17

    we are ready to play
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)02:23 No.14942382
    (My apologies, sir. I mean no harm. If anything, I can change my tag if you'd like).

    You decide, wearily, to sit down across from the dealer. "Y'know, dealer..." you croak, your throat feeling increasingly sore. "I hardly known you for a few minutes, and you already seem the type to stack your deck. If just grabbin' a card's the game, what are the stakes? What's a winning hand?"

    "Well," the dealer begins, ruffling the seemingly mundane deck. "Every card's a winner. It just depends on which one chooses you."

    You roll your eyes. The fuck is that supposed to mean? You're getting increasingly tired and pissed off. "Bah, you people and your silly card games. I swear that's all people do for fun now a days, that and fucking and drinking their damned lives away," you rant, suddenly finding some energy. "I don't care either way old man, just-" you stop talking and grab the first card on the top of the deck, "Let's get this over with, hmmm. Am I supposed to show it to yeh? What are the rules?"

    "No rules," the dealer says, shrugging. "Flip your card."

    You do so, almost automatically. "Three of Clubs," you state, raising an eyebrow. Not the best of cards... "Now what?"

    "Now.... do you Stand? Or do you Fold?"
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)02:26 No.14942397
    s'alright. I hardly use it anyway. I was just surprised to see somebody else using it, and I suppose my name's about as good a brand as any for association with Wildcards.

    I'll go incognito for now so as to avoid confusion
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)02:27 No.14942405
    "What's the point in folding if their ain't no risk. Sheesh, you confuse me old man. Stand."

    Oh, poor James, little does he know.

    Also, is >>14942320 the /real/ dealer?
    >> Indonesian Gentleman 05/16/11(Mon)02:27 No.14942412
    rolled 1 = 1

    "Maybe... I'll flip a coin. Heads I'll stand, tails I'll fold!"
    *dramatic coin toss*
    1 = head
    2 = tails
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)02:29 No.14942430
    rolled 78 = 78

    (Just out of curiousity, what does "fold" do?)
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)02:30 No.14942432
    Wow, out of a 50.50 chance, we still managed to keep the thread going. Granted, it would have been sad to see a tails there......
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)02:30 No.14942436
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    Yes, it was me. The guy who made the dice-based ruleset on 1d4chan.

    Don't let that distract you from the quest thread though.
    >> Indonesian Gentleman 05/16/11(Mon)02:31 No.14942448
    you don't get the Gun and miss your one-in-a-lifetime chance. Oh well.
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)02:31 No.14942450
    Naaaah, I've been in your glorious presence before, still glorious, but not as distracting, good to have your company good sir.
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)02:33 No.14942461
    >Three of Clubs

    Nope. I would fold that shit. I've read that story and that is the creepiest fucking thing. I'd rather keep my soul/peace of mind.

    Fucking piece of shit gun.
    >> Indonesian Gentleman 05/16/11(Mon)02:34 No.14942470
    verily, this quest is blessed by the dice gods.
    >> Indonesian Gentleman 05/16/11(Mon)02:35 No.14942475
    Naah, that Gun has been shuffled. So we're probably having a new Three of Clubs.
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)02:36 No.14942489
    As far as I knew the powers of the guns didn't change.
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)02:37 No.14942491
    (Thanks, man. Appreciate it. Nice to have you here, you archived son of a gun).
    (nice coin flip, fuckers)

    "Ya' know what," you start, feeling particularly fiesty. "I'mma flip a coin. If I get heads, I stand. I get tails, I fold. Sound good to you?"

    The dealer shrugs, smiling that same toothy smile. "Makes no difference to me."

    You flip the coin as the dealer says his sentence. At its peak, he adds, "I already know the answer."

    The coin hits the table hard. Flips a few times. Heads. You're gonna Stand.

    "Stand, dealer. The coin hath spoken," you say in a smartass-like tone.

    "No," the dealer starts, laughing. "The *Card* has."

    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)02:44 No.14942549

    "Eh?" you question, looking down at your gun. Wait, gun? I meant, card..... But, no, it's a gun alright. And not just a gun, but a True Gun! Like in the legends! It's a mighty thing, three whole barrels, a silver body, and a redwood handle. Not to mention the signature Club symbol carved into the side to the right of the cylinder, with a 3 inside of it.

    What a beautiful piece of machinery.

    "Say, dealer, what gi-"

    Gone. No one home. Just you, your Gun, and the empty department.


    And with that, I think I'll close up shop for the night guys. It's 3am here. Same time, around midnight EST tomorrow?
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)02:45 No.14942557
    Sure, sounds good, it's teh same time here, maybe you should go a bit earlier though, might attract more and pull em in.

    I'll archive.
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)02:46 No.14942562
    Sounds great. Thanks a ton, friend.
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)02:48 No.14942576
    Archived, don't forget to vote.
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)02:51 No.14942590
    how do we vote?
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)02:55 No.14942615
    rolled 36 = 36

    this was short

    but fun nonethess.

    I can see you will do good OP. You say its your first time doing a quest but you are already writing it better than the most that I have seen
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)03:00 No.14942657
    I'm sorry it was so short. I'll start earlier tomorrow. And thank you, I really do appreciate your words of kindness. I'm sure I'll get better in a few days.
    >> Gloquenteentleman !yVrZbEGJ8A 05/16/11(Mon)03:11 No.14942727
    Go here, scroll down, find thread, and vote.
    >> Dealer 05/16/11(Mon)03:18 No.14942780
    >> JSCervini !!L+hOixyXrvo 05/16/11(Mon)08:01 No.14944411
    Done... aaaand done!
    >> CĂș Chulainn 05/16/11(Mon)10:32 No.14945354

    We don't take kindly to your kind around here. Fuck off.

    Continue dealer Lawrence. Tell me more tales of my father.
    >> Anonymous 05/16/11(Mon)11:28 No.14945732
    Nice quest so far.

    Btw: LD is that you?

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