>>2735562
>Pants, shirt and a waistcoat. Your brothers might make fun of you for being unwomanly sometimes and to be fair it's a pretty accurate assessment, still you'd prefer they kept teasing to a minimum.

>>2735562
A white dress, you might as well. It's light, breezy and easy to move around in. Sensible shoes under it though, you'll have work to do when the others wake up.
Female MC? I'm down

>>2735562
>A long time ago in the Old West, there was a girl named Bethany, whose family were ranchers out in the desert, they looked after buffalo's and bison, they even had pigs and chickens. Doing pretty well for themselves they were...
>Bethany
This sounds like another quest.

>A white dress, you might as well. It's light, breezy and easy to move around in. Sensible shoes under it though, you'll have work to do when the others wake up.

>>2735562
>Pants, shirt and a waistcoat. Your brothers might make fun of you for being unwomanly sometimes and to be fair it's a pretty accurate assessment, still you'd prefer they kept teasing to a minimum.

>>2735562
>we're playing as Bethany Campbell this time, but in the wild wild west in the year 18XX
Wew lad. We must be more Harley-cute than Joker-handsome this timeline.

Going with
>A white dress, you might as well. It's light, breezy and easy to move around in. Sensible shoes under it though, you'll have work to do when the others wake up.
But also
>a nice wide hat to keep off sun, and that bright orange hair ribbon we like so much

Because so far each Barnaby in every timeline has a color scheme.
Manic!Barnaby is Green and Purple (thanks doc) just like the Joker we know and love.
VoidKnight!Barnaby is Black (like the void) and Green (because when you stare at the abyss, a pair of bright green eyes stares back at you).
Ripper!Barnaby is Red (like the meat we cut up at both our jobs) and Dark Blue (Ripper outfit plus nighttime stealth). Also fits the dual personality theme.

So why not go with White and Orange for this time around?

>>2735576
+1

>>2735572
does it? I gave the catalogue a quick one over, but I just chose the name because it sounds like a female version of Barnaby.

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>>2735584
I personally like it, how each different timeline has their own feel and setting and style to their storytelling. Besides this scratches that wild wild west + Fallout itch, so more power to you.

I'm going to be disappointed as hell though, if there isn't gonna be a certain asshole in a wheelchair, hint hint.
Also that was the wrong pic, my bad.

>>2735562
Pants, shirt and a waistcoat. Your brothers might make fun of you for being unwomanly sometimes and to be fair it's a pretty accurate assessment, still you'd prefer they kept teasing to a minimum.

>>2735584
>>2735562
I was thinking of another quest that briefly ran a month or two back. I think Many Guns Quest or Destiny Guns Quest. It had Guns in the name. A sapient gun (I think Tiatus) wielded by a girl named Bethany to kill a couple of bandits who occupied her house and shot her mother. I don't remember Bethany's last name, but it either wasn't given or was similar to Campbell.

Alright so we're tied.
>Pants shirt and waistcoat for that butch lesbian look.

>>2735576
white and orange, with a dress and hat.

>>2735605
>butch lesbian look
Don't shatter my dreams, OP. A tomboy in a suit is cute.

>>2735605
just to reiterate, i'm asking for votes.
>Tomboy in most of a suit.
>Dress and hat for maximum style.

>>2735612
>>Dress and hat for maximum style.

>>2735612
>Dress and hat for maximum style.
Can we also have a parasol?

>>2735617
What, do you think you're rich or something?
you don't have a parasol.

>>2735612
>Tomboy in most of a suit.

>>2735612
>>Tomboy in most of a suit.

>>2735612
>>Dress and hat for maximum style.
Same vote.

>>2735605
>>Pants shirt and waistcoat for that butch lesbian look.
>>2735609
>>2735620
kek

>>2735612
>>Dress and hat for maximum style.
Guys I think I want to fug Fem!Barnaby

>>2735612
>Tomboy in most of a suit

>>2735612
>Dress and hat for maximum style.

Dress and hat.
writing incoming.

>>2735642
might take a bit, I'm getting breakfast.

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You take out your favourite dress, that's not exactly saying much because you only actually have the one and all your other clothes are hand me downs from Pa. Being six foot two may mean that you have free reign to take the piss out of your brothers, but it also makes finding suitable clothes very difficult. Normally Ma would give you her old stuff, but she suffers from being both a foot shorter than you and less gifted in certain other areas.

There's only so much you can let out a dress before it becomes a top.

You take a long look in the mirror after dressing, admiring the way it frames you. A large floppy orange hat completes the ensemble and you move to get your hair done. That's the real tricky part. Your Pa keeps suggesting you cut it, and you can see why but long hair feels so nice. Your hair is your pride and joy, blonde strands that go down past your shoulders and frame your face like a lion's mane.

Or at least you think so, you've never actually seen a lion. Apart from mountain lions, but they don't have manes. At least not the ones you've seen. It's a shame really, everyone keeps talking about how great lions are in books but they're only in Africa. You reckon upon further thought that it's probably a scam by the British, who just want reasons to invade everywhere. Why else would they make such a big deal out o-

"Daydreaming again.. Damn girl, wake up."

You shake your head and stand up before heading to the door, you probably ought to see if the others are up. Or maybe you could get breakfast done early? It's supposed to be Pa's turn today, but he's been pretty out of sorts for a while now.

Make breakfast, it'd be a nice way to wake up the family.
Go check the others, maybe you're not the only one up this early.
Go wake up your brothers, if you're going to have to suffer through another hour in the day, so do they.

>>2735822
>Make breakfast, it'd be a nice way to wake up the family.
fem barnaby is cute, CUTE!

>>2735822
>Make breakfast, it'd be a nice way to wake up the family.

Make breakfast, it'd be a nice way to wake up the family.

>>2735822
>Make breakfast, it'd be a nice way to wake up the family.
So how are we gonna screw this up and end up being on the wrong side of the law again?

Making breakfast.
d10+1
DC:7

Can she cook tho?

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Rolled 3 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>2735883
Bandits will attack our farm, we trigger and it'll go downhill from there
This is /Worm/ after all
>>2735892
rollin'

Rolled 8 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>2735892

Rolled 9 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>2735892

>>2735906
>6'2"
>most likely /fit/ from farm work
>tomboy
>master chef
Turns out we were the waifu all along.

10
noice
writing.

>>2735920
Now the question is, who will be the husbando?
I vote for Sheriff Armsmaster

>>2735941
nah were going for best boy Clockblocker

>>2735941
You're thinking too small.
Engage turbo-lesbianism with Armsmistress

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You're just tryin' to mindgame me into makin' you breakfast! your age getting you down old man?
Ah have no Idea what you're talkin' about sweetpea, now let me get on with the story.

You start up the stove and start frying up some rashers, eggs and beans. You've got to go grab some eggs from the chicken coop but whatever, it ain't that difficult, you even manage to not get any chicken shit on your dress. It's not long before your brothers stumble out of bed, lured by the sweet aroma of frying pig. The two of them sit down blearily and immediately begin fighting over the crunchiest bits.

Barnaby's the older one, and your twin brother. He's tall and blonde like you, but skinny as a rake. Always joking that one. Then there's Mike, he's a good three years younger and takes more after your mother with softer rounder features.

Turns out Pa was outside, as he comes back in through the front door. He sees you lot look up as he comes in and drawl wearily. "I woke up early, went for a walk to clear my head."

He sits and takes one of the eggs you boiled instead of frying, he did always prefer 'em boiled.

"You didn't have to do this Beth, it was mah turn."

"I thought I oughta, you're the one out herding anyways. God knows you need as little think about as possible eh ol' man."

You laugh and slide a few more slices of bacon onto his plate as you walk past, smiling as you see him crack a grin of his own and dig in.

Ma's the last one out, and shoos you away from the stove with a kiss on the cheek. "I got this darling, you just dig in."

You do as you're told and grab a bite to eat, stealing a fried egg off Barn when he isn't looking. Breakfast goes well, and it's not long before you're all stood up and waiting for the plan. Pa thinks for a moment, smoking a cigar as he turns to the three of you.

"Right, so we've got a good bit of work needs doing today. We need to sell those two pigs in town, move the bison into the new field, collect up the eggs and just generally maintain the ranch. Liz'll take care of the chickens and we can clean up around the place later, so it's the bison and the pigs that need taking care of."

He looks at you for a second, notices your dress and makes a decision.

"You ain't ruinin' that by spending the day chasing bison about, not after last time. Beth can sell the pigs, have a day on the town, just get back before sundown. Uh..."

Barn, you go with her.
Mike, you go with her.

>>2736009
>Barn, you go with her.

Barnaby is better protection. I feel an impending sense of doom in this otherwise happy universe. Its too good to last.

>>2736009
>Barn, you go with her.
I feel like we see too much of mike, so why not
he's gonna die, ain't he?

>Barn, you go with her.
Twin power GO!

>>2736009

>>2736009
>Barn, you go with her.
Whoops

Twins they were!
writing.

"Barn, you go with her and please keep her out of trouble? We don't need a repeat of "The saloon incident".

Barnaby gives a smile and nods as Pa continues.

"Mike, you come with me. We'll take care of the bison."
The family splits up after that, all preparing to get their respective jobs done. You and Barnaby head outside to get the wagon ready and get the pigs into the back.

"So Beth, what's with the fancy dress all of a sudden. someone caught your eye?"

"Nah, I just thought it'd be cooler than pants. I don't see how you can wear all that in this heat. I'd also rather not be taking breaks to drink every five minutes it's..."
You finish hurling a metal strongbox into the back of the cart.
"It's unladylike."
Barn just gives you a look at that.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything..."

Then the two of you turn to the pig pen.
D10.
DC:6

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>2736186

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>2736186
If we roll a one does that count as a critfail as usual?

Rolled 6, 8 = 14 (2d10)

>>2736186

>>2736206
fucked up yet again god dammit i guess take the first role

>>2736206
I have graciously decided to allow you to succeed using this six.

>>2736196
nah, you have to roll above ten to crit.
This means crits are only possible with positive modifiers.

>>2736218
thank you merciful overlord

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>>2736218
>Female MC gets double standards
Based

>>2736230
I realise that I may have worded that badly.
crit successes are only possible with positive modifiers.
to critfail you have to roll below ten, which means you have to be rolling with a minus for critfails.

You and Barnaby herd and wrestle the two pigs you're selling for about ten minutes or so before you can actually get them into the back of the wagon. Normally it would be rather easy, but you're trying to avoid getting filth on your dress, so affairs are complicated somewhat by just how filthy pigs are.

With pigs and money safely secured the two of you wave goodbye to the others and head off. It's a good two hours into Brockton and there isn't much to see on the way in, so you settle down for the journey.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1szsOiZulUM

Barnaby drives the wagon through fields and over hills. There are a few other ranches out here too, and you occasionally spot other people in the distance, most folk are pretty careful though. No one comes too close, there's been tales of highwaymen and cattle rustlers in the area.

In the end however you get into town without any issues, Brockton Springs is the largest town in the region, home to almost three hundred souls. The only reason it's anywhere near this big is due to the mining camps nearby needing a place to drink and store money. But now it's a big trading spot as well.

Obviously, otherwise you wouldn't be coming here.

Your best bet to sell the pigs would either be selling them to Dan, who runs a butchery or Waiting on the street to sell them live. Farmers and all sorts come through fairly frequently.

Try to sell it live to somebody. Lower chance, more money.
To the butchery!Less money, guaranteed sell.

>>2736490
>To the butchery!
No need to be greedy

>>2736490
>try to sell it live
live big

>>2736490
>Try to sell it live to somebody.
I expect a +10 modifier to barter rolls with this dress.

>>2736236
Did you mean below one? It'd be pretty easy to get critfails otherwise.

>>2736490
>Try to sell it live to somebody.
We are wearing a dress, it shouldn't be hard to trick a farmer into buying overpriced pigs.

>>2736511
yes I meant below one.

>>2736513
but anon, you ARE the dumb hick in this situation, these are all city slickers.

>>2736490
>>Try to sell it live to somebody.

trying to sell pigs to farmers...
RIVETING GAMEPLAY, EXPLOSIVE ACTION

D10+2
DC;4,6,8

>>2736490
>>To the butchery!
Butchers are respectable and law abiding citizens. We should do all we can to gelp them pay their rent.

Rolled 8 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>2736557

Rolled 4 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>2736557

Rolled 3 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>2736557

you did good anons, unfortunately I must sleep.
I shall be back tomorrow.

I return early, for I cannot sleep.
writing.

>>2736970
You sleep right now? Isn't it like 11 PM your time?

>>2737077
its ten to midnight my dude.

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>>2736970
Nice.
By the way, I tried to make Ripper!Barnaby in BB

>>2737208
noice

You take the reigns from Barnaby, being much more familiar with this part of town and lead the wagon towards the town's central plaza. If you're going to sell animals, you might as well do it where people specifically go to buy and sell things. It also helps if people come up to you rather than you going to them, you can look desperate otherwise and that attracts thieves and scammers.

An hour or two passes once you've set up the wagon and got the pigs unloaded. There are actually quite a few interested parties, so many actually that you are able to hold an impromptu auction.

"I'll take the big one for thirty dollars!"

"Thirty five! over here!"

When all is said and done, you count up eighty dollars as you pass the two boars to their new owners and chuckle happily. Most of it'll go to fuel and supplies but still, you feel rather accomplished in how much you've managed to earn with a day's work. Even if most of that day was spent stopping farmers from drawing pistols on each other over a goddamn pig.
Hey, random gunfights at noon over trivial things are a proud Brockton tradition.

It's two in the afternoon by the time you're done with the auction, and your money is well protected in your wagon. You could head home or you could enjoy the city a bit more. Barnaby's taking great lengths to keep you away from the saloon considering what happened last time though.

I have some money of my own. Point me at the alcohol!
Nah, I ought to head home.
Or I could just explore the town, there's all sorts of cool stuff.

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>>2737478
I hope this write-in is okay.
>Or I could just explore the town, there's all sorts of cool stuff.
Yeah, like that one store owned by Six Strings alternate universe String Theory. Some rich lady kicked out of her east coast posh family house, she can make anything with timers on them. No one has enough money to buy anything she makes, and she scares people off with that smile of hers - that rumor she was a crazy outlaw doesn't help. People still drop by to look at her stuff, and she's okay with that.
Literally one of the most underutilized Worm characters that only had a big role in the last arc or two.

>>2737478
>Or I could just explore the town, there's all sorts of cool stuff.
Let's see who we can run into.

>>2737478
Nah, I ought to head home.

>>2737512
I'll not be taking specific write in, but for a reason.
Capes aren't really a thing, not in the same way as the main universe or Gifted in 1888.
They're in the same part of the public consciousness as other Weird West shenanigans, like evil spirits or the living dead.

>>2737478
>Or I could just explore the town, there's all sorts of cool stuff.

>>2737666
Ah okay, thanks for the context. That's a nice way to incorporate capes in a setting like this. String Theory is still really underutilized for what she is, but she did blow Scion right out of the fucking atmosphere the moment they let her do something.

Exploring the town, roll me some dices.
D10
DC:???

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>2737866

Stupid question that has no real value- but what year is it?

>>2737884
18XX

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>2737866

Manic!Barnaby used d20s
VoidKnight!Barnaby used d100s
Ripper!Barnaby used d50s
?????!Bethany uses d10s
Nice.

>>2737895
Earlier than the last ark at least

>>2737944
>>2737895
> tmw you're also trying to start a Western series and torn between changing the time period or simply having two at the same time

>>2735999
>this was a post apocalyptic gender bender universe hidden in an initially western feeling setting all along.

>>2737955
It's still a worms quest though, and only like a fifth of the actual full quest universe. You're fine

>>2738007
yeee

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>2737866

>>2738012
ha

What do you guys think the title means?

>>2738508
>One Bad Day
Manic's trigger. Multiple bad days with no way to fix anything, capped off with THE bad day.
>Fear and Loathing
Ripper's trigger. Fear of his father hurting the family and loathing of himself for not being enough to stop him.
>Silver Bullet
Probably Bethany's trigger. Not sure what exactly it'll involve or what, other than the obvious.

>>2738605
I kinda hope Zion was just shooting completely straight and Bethany is going to go full WEREWOLF

>>2738656
Nah we already have a Changer with Ripper!Barnaby. I'm expecting Blaster Mover or Striker.

>>2738665
A werewolf's probably going to attack our cattle and we'll trigger with epic gunslinger skills or just straight-up silver fireballs

>>2738674
Doesn't make sense with trigger events. Blasters are from long-range threats.

I return, and am writing!

>>2738674
I'll bet that when we get back that bandits have taken over the farm as a place to hide and have killed the rest of the family. We then trigger and go full lone ranger with Barnaby as our Tonto.

Given Barn's nervous disposition you decide that getting into a drunken barfight might not be the best use of your time today. Instead you decide to go for a walk around the city, see if you can find anything interesting. Barnaby stays with the wagon, it's safe enough. There are actual police here with uniforms and everything.

And so you wander, seeing the sights and sounds of the city. There's an artist who's doing face paintings on one street corner that move when they're on your face. There's a hunter selling pelts from various beasts that you don't recognise.(With very large bulletholes in) And all sorts of other strange sights. One man is trying to sell some cure-all tonic from the back of an old wagon. Nine times out of ten those are bullshit and judging from the very angry bald man stalking towards him, you have an idea which it is.

Only passingly interested in these, you keep walking past the market, and find yourself happening across two suited men arguing about something. Most of it goes a bit over your head, but you get some of it.

The first one is incredibly handsome, all jawbone and slicked back hair with a voice that ought to be singing in a fancy opera house.
I'm just saying, you can't expect me to do this myself! It'd be a waste of my time and there are more important things on my plate.

No, there aren't. This isn't something you can just pawn off on one of your servants, we need to find them and get my gun back soon or they'll make trouble. And trouble is the last thing you or I need partner.
The other man is tall and pale, almost gaunt looking and he delivers his statement with a bored monotone.
This ain't a negotiation, you owe me. And unlike you I'm incapable of getting it back, so forgive me if I find myself somewhat dismayed.

Then the handsome one tilts his head in your direction.
What about using one of them? less risky for sure.

Less likely to succeed, and I'd rather be assured.

They took your gun, nothings assured now is it? Not even the sun rising tomorrow. I ain't putting my neck on the line, but I'm fine with using someone else's neck.

Of course you are. Fine, just have it for me soon. I don't really care how you do it.

Then the pale one is just gone. He turned as if to walk away and then poof. The handsome one turns to look at you and winks, then he's gone as well.

Well that was thoroughly unsettling.
Keep wandering, maybe you can find something a little less "omen-y".
Nope, nope nope nope. Time to go home. You're suddenly reminded of why you don't like cities.

At least I only fucked the formatting a little bit that time.

>>2738748
>Nope, nope nope nope. Time to go home. You're suddenly reminded of why you don't like cities.

>>2738748
>keep wandering
we ain't scared of no criminal

>>2738748
>Keep wandering, maybe you can find something a little less "omen-y".
I imagine if we were smart enough to turn tail at the first sign of trouble there wouldn't have been a saloon incident.

>>2738748
>Keep wandering, maybe you can find something a little less "omen-y".
I have no clue which alternate universe counterpart characters these two are supposed to be.

>>2738748
>Nope, nope nope nope. Time to go home. You're suddenly reminded of why you don't like cities.

Got this message on a high roll, don’t wanna see what we get on a low one.

>>2738748
>Nope, nope nope nope. Time to go home. You're suddenly reminded of why you don't like cities.
Make sure to relay to Barn that we saw two men conspiring before vanishing into thin air! I foresee a great and measured reaction.

>>2738767
He'd just laugh and make a low-key Joker pun at us.

gonna need a tie breaker lads.

Let’s nope our way home bois

Take me home, country roads.
writing.

>Nope, nope nope nope. Time to go home. You're suddenly reminded of why you don't like cities.
Yeah. Fuck the hell no we aren't stupid. Let's get out of here quickly

Having been thoroughly spooked, it's not too long before you're back on the wagon and driving away from town. Your brother has been making his signature dumb grin for a good five minutes now and it's starting to piss you off a little.

"So who did you punch this time, Was it the sheriff?"

"No! And this was a proper town, they have policemen here, not sheriffs and deputies."

"Well?"
You clear your throat before explaining what it was you saw.

"There were these two guys having an argument, apparently one of them had something that got stolen and he wanted the other guy to go find it. Then when they came to a conclusion they just disappeared, right out of thin air. Just like that."
You snap your fingers for emphasis, looking around as you start to head out into the long fields that frame the road home. You travel for a few hours, and it's just starting to get dark when you arrive back at the ranch.

You can see your father outside with a few other men, and hear raised voices as you get closer. There's five men stood outside the main house, one of them is talking with Pa but the others are all on horses, hands on weaponry as your Pa yells at the head one. You take the reigns as Barnaby reaches into the back for the shotgun Pa keeps there.

You get closer, and you really don't like what you're hearing.
"Tell your boss that if he wants to buy anything from me he can come down and make the deal hisself, instead of sending armed men. I'm not selling to anyone that won't meet me face to face and I sure as hell ain't selling my land to a guy without knowin' his name."

"All our employer wants is some privacy Mr Campbell, I'm sure you understand."
The lead man is tall and darker skinned with an Italian accent. Black hair peeks out from beneath his hat as he speaks.
"It's for precisely this reason that we're offering so much, much more than the land, or even your farm is worth."

"How dare you."
This farm is your father's pride and joy and he'll not hear a word against it, he opens his mouth to speak again but is swiftly cut off by the revolvers and rifles now pointed at him by the gang. They went from standing about aimlessly to stone cold killers awfully quickly, and none of you were really expecting it.

"You will sign the land over, I've seen it I know it will happen. Just make this easy on yourself."

"Boss, we got incoming."

Then the others turn to face you. You're maybe five or ten metres away now, having parked and dismounted while the argument was ongoing. Barnaby is crouched behind the wagon, concealed and loading the double barrel.

"Right on time, just as I said." Says the tall stranger. "All you have to do is sign the papers Mr Campbell and we'll be on our way. If not, we'll kill everyone here. Really it should be an easy choice to make. Oh and tell your boy to come out from behind the wagon, two shots won't be enough, especially considering he'll miss one of them."

"What the fuck?"

"Do as I say Mr Campbell."

Cont

>>2738817
Not quite happy with how it came out, sorry for the delay.

"Christ, should've known this would turn into a stickup, I'll sign your legal bullshit. Come on out if you're there Barn, don't give 'em a reason."

There's a long moment after that, but soon you hear the clatter of metal hitting the floor and Barnaby comes out from behind the wagon, unarmed and with his hands up. At least there's no way that they could-

"And the boot knife, or your father dies."

"What kind of voodoo horse shit is this?"
Barn swears under his breath and reaches down, pulling it out and throwing it to the floor.

The two of you are stood together now, and the leader of the group nods to one of his compatriots, who comes over with rope.

"Please don't take any offence miss, we just don't want any trouble."

Clock him. Take his gun.
leave it, there's half a dozen guns and none of them belong to you.

>>2738828
>leave it
no way, even i we somehow manage to win somebody of our family is going to die

>>2738828
>Clock him. Take his gun.
These guys are shady as fuck so no, don't give em' a inch

>>2738828
>leave it, there's half a dozen guns and none of them belong to you.

>>2738828
>leave it, there's half a dozen guns and none of them belong to you.
Well he clearly has precognitive powers or something similar. Plus our family's still in harm's way and this is the only timeline thus far where we have a pretty good dad.

>>2738828
>Clock him. Take his gun.
We're already dead. As soon as that thing is signed they'll kill us and not pay a cent and have the land. If not they'll send someone to clean us up eventually.

I'll give it ten more minutes then count the votes.

>>2738828
leave it, there's half a dozen guns and none of them belong to you.
There's no way he wouldn't see us coming, at least we'll buy some time.

Leave it. Suicide by precognitive cowboy is ill advised.

You seriously consider knocking the man coming to tie you up out, but even then you'd still be at the mercy of several men with guns so you just let them tie you up with Barnaby. A piece of important looking paper is produced and reluctantly signed, which has the stranger start smiling.

"Thank you sir, now I'm afraid that I'm going to have to kill you. Not for my client, I have to figure out how something works."
Two of the other men grab your father by the arms, kicking him down to his feet.

The two of you are yelling from where you're sat, and you can hear shouting coming from within the building as well as two of the men head inside. You try frantically to pull on the ropes as the stranger pulls out a silver pistol. You can see the black engravings on it from here and something about it seems... Strangely comforting.

Not enough to stop you from shouting, swearing and hurling abuse as you pull at the thick rope. Pulling desperately at your bonds you soon feel them give some slack, you keep pulling. But you just aren't strong enough. You see the Stanger level the pistol to your father's head.

So there she was, it would've been the end there. Her family shot by some rich man's thugs and their land stolen, but someone else was there too...

Who was it?

Two ancient beings from the stars, almost gods but not quite.
Two ancient beings from beyond the stars, older and more powerful than any other.

>>2738911
>Two ancient beings from beyond the stars, older and more powerful than any other.

*Stranger
fug.

>>2738911
>two ancient beings beyond the stars
wonder what the difference is, is this our way to chose our power level ?

>>2738911
>Two ancient beings from the stars, almost gods but not quite.
That's some very menacing red text there.

>>2738911
>Two ancient beings from beyond the stars, older and more powerful than any other.

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>>2738923
I would assume it gives us a stronger power, but gives a more dangerous passenger IE manic levels or higher

>>2738923
I literally just thought of a better way to word it.

>Two beings of a different sort, older and from a different place. Closer to home, but further afield.

>>2738932
But in spooky red text

>>2738911
>Two ancient beings from the stars, almost gods but not quite.
Red text is too spooky

>>2738932
So choosing between the usual worm entities or Void and someone else?

>>2738938
Void and Abaddon

I cocked it up and wrote it in an unclear way, so I shall call for a revote.

Two ancient beings from the stars, almost gods but not quite. The Entities.
Two beings of a different sort, older and from a different place. Closer to home, but further afield. Something Else

>>2738940
>Two beings of a different sort, older and from a different place. Closer to home, but further afield. Something Else
What/Could/Go/Wrong

>>2738940
does entities include Abaddon or is it only warrior and tinker?

>>2738940
>something else
this will be nice and good

>>2738944
Just Zion and Eden this time.

>>2738940
Two beings of a different sort, older and from a different place. Closer to home, but further afield. Something Else

>>2738940
Then im going for something else then

>>2738940
>Two beings of a different sort, older and from a different place. Closer to home, but further afield.
>Something Else
MYSTERY BOX is always the right answer.

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Something, else. woo boy.

"Take the boys, they have potential. Shoot the others."
The Stranger's words fall heavily on your ears, both you and Barnaby shout out as you hear a gunshot from the house. Not too long after Mike is pulled kicking and biting out of the front door by one of the other thugs. The Stranger keeps fiddling with his gun, poking parts of it with his hand and turning it over before eventually muttering something under his breath and firing it into your father's head.

Then the Stranger falls unconscious. his legs buckling under him as he falls straight backwards. One of the others does the same, and so does Barnaby. Two of the remaining thugs swear and go to pick up their leader, while the last one looks around keenly, muttering as he does so.

"Can't be the father or mother.. Ah."

Then he turns to see you, frantically trying to wake your twin.

"Yeah, I thought so."

He jogs over, shotgun held loosely under his arm as he nears you.

"Y'know your brother's very special, you ought to feel lucky for having someone that incredible in your family. it's a damn shame you can't come with though. See I need to unbind your buddy there, but I can't do it while you're tied to him. So uh.. See you around maybe."

He lifts his shotgun and takes aim, barrel inches from your face.
Then he fires.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ly7625p29vA

You wake up a few hours later to blackness, and the muffled sound of shovels.

Cont

>>2738974
>fnv
i goddamn knew it, but were searching for our brother instead nice

Wait, she dies!?

Yep, only for a while though. And only a little bit dead. Not properly.

How does that work?

Well if you let me, I'll tell you won't I?
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You can't see anything, not a damn thing. You try to move your arms and find them stuck, still tied together with frayed rope. Even if they weren't however, you'd still be locked in a wooden box. You start to panic for a moment, struggling to get your hands free from their bindings, but you're distracted by muffled (and familiar) voices from above.

"Why've I got to do the digging? She's yours anyway, this ain't my problem."

"Because you owe me, Lucy. And you'll do what I say until your debts are paid. Don't worry, I've only got one more favour to ask, then you can be on your merry way."

"Please don't call me that. You know I hate it.

"Why do you think I call you that?"

"Jackass."

The sound of shoveling gets louder and louder, until it's replaced by a heavy thump on the crude coffin's lid.

"Hey, shallow grave! Guess my luck's finally starting to turn."

"Your luck's always been good. Something has to make up for your myriad inadequacies."

The lid of your coffin is pried off, and you're presented with the two suited gentlemen from earlier. The Handsome Man has his jacket removed, and is covered with dirt from the digging but even then it seems to suit him and it gives him a roguish sort of charm. The Pale Man is spotless and vaguely disinterested as always.

"Hey, look who it is!"

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

The Handsome Man recoils as you begin a virtually endless tide of mixed questioning and profanity, scrabbling out of the pit in a panic.
"Whoa, get a load of the lungs on her!"

"Try not to antagonise her Lucy, she's had a hard time."
The Pale Man steps forwards to the edge of your grave, standing tall over the newly excavated pit.

"I'm sure you have lots of questions, but they can wait until we have you untied and properly revived. You're still mostly dead at the moment. I'm about to do something extremely painful and we're in a graveyard at midnight, so I'm going to need you to not scream."

And then your existence is PAIN.
D10-1
DC:6

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>2739026

Rolled 9 - 1 (1d10 - 1)

>>2739026

Rolled 7 - 1 (1d10 - 1)

>>2739026

alright, let's get typing.

You realise that up until this point you were incapable of actually feeling much from your body, all sensation was dull and muted. A situation that you would now do anything to return to. As feeling returns to your body all the aches and pains of being shut in a small box for however long make their presence known, not to mention the fact that half of your head is missing. The agony seems to never end, and you only manage to stop yourself from screaming by biting into your arm, drawing thick black blood that stinks like oil.

The pain continues for some time but eventually it does end. You pull yourself up, making use of the Handsome Man's outstretched hand. The good news is that at some point during your pain induced fugue your spasms broke through your bonds.

You're pulled up out of the grave and into an entirely different place. It's very disorienting to be in an empty graveyard one second and then find yourself in a carriage, much more comfortable than the coffin though.

The two men are sat opposite you, The Handsome Man now fully clothed. There's a second of silence before you start to speak.

"What the fuck just happened? Who are you and why did you just pull me out of a grave. If you don't tell me I swear to god I'll start punching till you guys are stains on the goddamn seat cushion."

"Wow, ok. You really need to work out some aggression girl."

"She was just killed, I might also need to vent in her situation.

The Pale man turns to you after lazily castigating his companion.

To answer your question, we are beings of phenomenal (but not total) power. You could use the term god, but in all honesty we're closer to representations of reality's fundamental forces.

"What?"

"He's Death and I'm Sin. It's nice to meet you Beth."

"We brought you back to life because you were dead, and we need a human like yourself to do something for us. You see, the man who killed your family also stole something of mine, a pistol that can kill anything. I use it to protect souls while I bring them to the afterlife. Unfortunately if either of us go and try to get it back personally we will be shot with a gun that can kill anything. That would be catastrophic. If I for example were to be killed, people would just stop dying. There would be no one to shepherd souls to the next life and everything that you know and love would be destroyed by vengeful spirits. Which is why I cannot retrieve it myself. In addition, he has some strange ability that prevents me from surprising him. It tells him my every move, something from outside of this reality gave him a power that can reveal the intentions of gods."

"It's not all doom and gloom love, we reckon we've found a way around it."

Cont

"Specifically you, you were dead. Properly dead too, your spirit had vacated the body. From here on out you are a non-entity as far as the universe is concerned. Even our future sight can't see you, we're having to use mundane senses for the first time in forever.

He leans back after that, seemingly very satisfied with himself.

Well what can you say after something like that?
Pick one
Where are you taking me?
You mentioned something about taking measures to ensure my success?
I'm all up for revenge, but I have no idea where to go or how to go about finding someone.
I don't have a gun or anything. How am I supposed to kill my way through an entire gang of bastards like that?

>>2739274
>I don't have a gun or anything. How am I supposed to kill my way through an entire gang of bastards like that?

>>2739274
>I don't have a gun or anything. How am I supposed to kill my way through an entire gang of bastards like that?

>>2739274
>i don't have a gun or anything
also ask about our family if anybody else survived

>>2739274
>I don't have a gun, got a spare one I can use?

>>2739274
>I'm all up for revenge, but I have no idea where to go or how to go about finding someone.

Give location, will make dead men.

>>2739274
>I don't have a gun or anything. How am I supposed to kill my way through an entire gang of bastards like that?

gib me webben bls
writing.

"I'm all up for some revenge, but I'm not some psycho-"

"Ah, well if you can find a way of getting your own back without killing anyone all the better."

You give him a look after that, you know what needs to be done.
"No, I mean I need a gun or something. I ain't just gonna kill someone with my bare hands am I? Fist against gun is a stacked deck."

"Not as stacked as you might think, but yes you have a point. I don't have any spares so you'll have to manage with this."
Death hands you..

A small pouch, filled to the brim with bright red bullets covered in strange script. "Apocalypse rounds, Horseman standard issue. They'll fit whatever you want to put them in. Don't worry about how many you have left, you've got what you need."
A large silver Bowie knife, plain and uncomplicated. "It'll come back when you want it, just try not to get too angry."
A small derringer. You think you might have seen it somewhere before. "It's like you, but a gun. Folk will look right past it."

>A small pouch, filled to the brim with bright red bullets covered in strange script. "Apocalypse rounds, Horseman standard issue. They'll fit whatever you want to put them in. Don't worry about how many you have left, you've got what you need."

>>2739331
>A small pouch, filled to the brim with bright red bullets covered in strange script. "Apocalypse rounds, Horseman standard issue. They'll fit whatever you want to put them in. Don't worry about how many you have left, you've got what you need."

>>2739331
>A small pouch, filled to the brim with bright red bullets covered in strange script. "Apocalypse rounds, Horseman standard issue. They'll fit whatever you want to put them in. Don't worry about how many you have left, you've got what you need."

AW YEAH NIGGER! Gimme that!

I feel like we need to pick our new name now

i vote for [red]war[red]

>>2739331

A small pouch, filled to the brim with bright red bullets covered in strange script. "Apocalypse rounds, Horseman standard issue. They'll fit whatever you want to put them in. Don't worry about how many you have left, you've got what you need."
Huh this is really different, we might not even get superpowers this time

>>2739331
>A large silver Bowie knife, plain and uncomplicated. "It'll come back when you want it, just try not to get too angry."
Well this seems biblical. Was this Cain's?

>>2739341
I meant [red] War [red]

>>2739347
Pretty sure only the OP can format.

how tf do i do colors guys?

>>2739342
At the very least, we're probably stronger than a regular human, considering
>Not as stacked as you might think
But this definitely doesn't even feel like Worm.

>>2739354
Its Worm: New Vegas

Apocalypse Rounds, for the Horseman in you!
writing.

>>2739342
Not from the Entities. Bethany doesn't even have a Shard.

>>2739331
>A small pouch, filled to the brim with bright red bullets covered in strange script. "Apocalypse rounds, Horseman standard issue. They'll fit whatever you want to put them in. Don't worry about how many you have left, you've got what you need."

You take the pouch as the carriage slows to a halt, the horses outside neighing and stomping as the doors open to reveal Brockton Springs' main street. The two men motion you out, smiling to themselves as you head down onto the road.

"We expect great things from you Miss Campbell".

"Look in the saloon, we know the boys who attacked your ranch were hired from there. I know you can do it."

And then they're gone, and you find yourself standing in the middle of a midnight street.
The moon feels good on you though.

Bethany Campbell:Dead Girl Walking
Status:100%
Money: $0
Inventory: A blood and dirt stained dress and hat combo.
Apocalypse rounds:+1 to all checks made with firearms.

Wow, not only did I fuck up the formatting, I also forgot the goddamn options.

>>2739400
That +1 seemed really underwhelming until I remembered Bethany rolls a d10.

Bullets are useful, but you can't actually use them yet without a projectile weapon of some kind. Look for something you can use in the meantime.

Go to the Saloon, check stuff out and start step one of the revenge plan.

You need to find some different clothes. Look for hanging laundry.

Something else.

>>2739416
>You need to find some different clothes. Look for hanging laundry.
Dirty blood stained clothes will draw unneeded attention. Gotta sadly get rid of them quick.

>>2739416
>You need to find some different clothes. Look for hanging laundry.

Nows its time to drop the dress look and get into the full revenge get-up.

>>2739416
>You need to find some different clothes. Look for hanging laundry.

>>2739409
Not only that, but the modifier-dependent crit system means that we're far less likely to get a critfail.

Time to ditch the dress.
D10+1
DC:4,6,8,10

Rolled 9 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>2739477

Rolled 1 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>2739477

>>2739482
Have I mentioned yet how much I love your new crit system, OP?

Rolled 10 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>2739477

>>2739481
>>2739482
>>2739486
BRUH

>>2739485
Its going to be real handy while playing Bethany. A 1d10 is much more likely to crit either way.

>>2739486
so here was the first crit of Bethany's story.

What did she find? The only requirement is that it must be stylish as fuck.

>>2739502
eh, you can only critfail if you roll under one, and you can only critsucceed if you roll above ten. So it's dependent on modifiers.

>>2739514
I'll take write ins for the next half hour. The one with the most votes will be what we get.

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>>2739517
Full on Man with No Name, including poncho.

>>2739532
Supporting, because I have no idea what else we could find.

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>>2739514
I'm more of a sucker for Gene Hackman's look from the quick and the dead.

can we have the bandanna of dumb luck or something like that?

>>2739532
>>2739550
I can dig both, as long as we get some kind of handkerchief for our face for the classic outlaw look.

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>>2739540
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujADg0nWqCw
I vote the final pam

she's fallout based, an agent of death, and nightmare to her enemies(pending)

also her dress is ballin

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FUCK I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA
Ncr ranger Armour

>>2739557
see 5:10 for a better view

>>2739555
Yes, we need the outlaw bandana.

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>>2739550
I'm more partial to something like this. Its hard to go wrong with a duster.

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>>2739565
If we're talking about dusters i know what kind I want

>>2739564
Agree on the bandana.

>>2739565
That's a definitely a good look. What if we ditch the jacket and have a duster instead but still keep the rest of the Hackman look?

I'm mainly just a sucker for the bowler, tie, vest combo

>>2739565
This, unless voting for this to stall for time is a dick move

>>2739553
>>2739564
>>2739605
So we are in agreement that no matter what set of clothes we find, we all want the Bandana.

>>2739610
Bandanna for sure and probably a Duster

>>2739610
I think the red bandana is set which is nice because it reminds me of our last hurrah with the Ripper.

>>2739605
Tie and vest is a good luck with the duster but I don't know about the bowler. If we go with that, it needs to be an all-black ensemble so we can go for the vengeful desperado look.

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>>2739615
Meant to type look. Also another picture for consideration.

>>2739622
This is pretty damn good, I'm definitely gonna switch to this. I'm a sucker for outfits with that type of long, billowing cloth extending from the waist.

>>2739615
Oh definitely. All black with either a red or dark orange bandana.

>>2739514
I'm thinking we need a vote-off for the outfit.

>>2739532
supporting man with no name look

what do u guys think about going for the Saint of Killers route?

>>2739687
It solid though it depends on how bloody we get during the roaring rampage of revenge phase.

Also, will Bethany take up smoking cigars or cigarettes?

>>2739705
Why not both? Cigarettes for the road and Cigars for a job well done.

Alright, I return from a very nice steak dinner.
Time to vote.
>The Girl with No Name
>She's quick and she's Dead
>>>2739565 this one

>>2739722
>She's quick and she's dead
I'm hoping there's a bandana no matter what.

>>2739713
I'm down. Its scientifically proven that lung cancer didn't exist in the wild west.

>>2739722
>2739565 (You) this one
I'm partial to this one for some strange reason.

>>2739722
>She's quick and she's Dead

>>2739722
If those are our choices, I'll stick with
>The Girl With no Name

>>2739722
A combination of Quick and Dead with a Duster&Bandana.

all orders come with a free red bandana and duster.

>>2739722
>>>2739565 # this one

tell you what, it's past midnight here so I'll get some shut eye and count up the votes in the morning.
In the meantime, feel free to ask questions or criticise me in any way you want. I'll be checking fairly regularly.

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>>2739722
>The Girl with No Name and a packet of pre rolled cigarillos
>>2739760
More western references, I don't know if you've seen High Plains Drifter but its basically this quest the movie.
What happened to Mike, is Barn still alive,
Did Void!Barn kill our family
And was cool a slang word back in the 18-whatever days?

Also, what are the odds of us running into a cripple and his Italian friend on some kinda Steel Ball Run?

>>2739872
Mike and Barn were taken by the bandits, you assume.
Nah, it wasn’t Void Knight. Read the description of The Stranger again, there’s some serious hints.
I assume not, I was trying to avoid it. Did it slip in anywhere?

>>2739897
If you ever roll a combined total of seven on a random encounter roll.

>>2739917
Nah, choosing Death and Sin retroactively made you unable to trigger, due to not having a shard.
You would have had normal Worm powers yes, you would’ve been a Brute/Stranger who regenerated in darkness and was a Thinker dark zone.

>>2739933
I've been thinking about it for a little bit trying to figure out how useful these lower powered Barnaby's would be when the crisis on infinite Barnaby's/golden dawn starts and realized that so far they each have one piece that would really fuck with Scion.
Manic has his molecular bullshit metal that he could stock just about everyone with if necessary, not to mention all the other things he could make and upgrades he can do to people.
Ripper being able to hear weaknesses will be what makes him stay still long enough to hit.
Bethany is seemingly invisible to anything except mundane senses and would be able to hit him with a fair amount of impunity.
The only one who would have been useless was void himself but now he can at least bring the pieces together.

This is going to be a crazy ride.

I'm here. And writing.
The Quick and the Beth, with Bandana.

With a target in mind it takes you a second of focus not to just stomp off and start punching, but there are preparations that need to be done first. You need better clothes and a gun before you can start on the long road to revenge and find your brothers.

You move through the streets and backstreets, searching around to replace your ruined dress with something a bit more practical. A set of good pants is the first thing you loot, snatching it off a laundry line. A shirt here and a vest there starts to bring your outfit together, but it still feels like it's missing something. It's after getting properly changed that you find it, a long black single breasted coat that fits almost perfectly. You also found a dollar in the pocket.

A red bandanna completes the ensemble, giving a hint of colour to the otherwise black outfit. The moon is straight above you now and it feels good being this stylish.

Bethany Campbell:Dead Girl Walking
Status:100%
Money: $1
Inventory: A Long black coat over a shirt tie and vest.
Apocalypse rounds:+1 to all checks made with firearms.

Into the Saloon, let's check it out.
Maybe you should look for some kind of weapon first?

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>>2740983
>Maybe you should look for some kind of weapon first?
I have a couple of questions
Do we age?
Can we die a natural death?
Other than coming back from the dead, did we getting any other benefits?

>>2740983
>Maybe you should look for some kind of weapon first?

>>2740983
>Maybe you should look for some kind of weapon first?
Got to have something for the inevitable shootout.

>>2740983
>Maybe you should look for some kind of weapon first?

I can't just kill people with my hands can I?

D10
DC:6,9

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>2741053

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>2741053

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>2741053

eh, it was okay.
got to pop across the road for milk, but then I'll start writing

writing.

You aren't ready, not quite yet. You need to find a weapon of some kind, something you can use to prosecute your one woman war against your enemies. You spend a fairly long time looking for something to use, hoping against hope that you'll find a shotgun or something leaning against a doorway or behind an easily broken window.

Unfortunately all the buildings you check have barred windows, and you happen across no conveniently placed outhouse weaponry.

In the end, you settle for grabbing a wood axe from someone's back yard and call it a night, heading to the saloon.

It's fairly large, which you suppose fits considering the population of the town it's in. Somer's Rock is the only bar in town despite it's size, a fact that is usually attributed to its owners aggressively discouraging any competition. There are four floors, and lots of windows. Earlier on when the town was smaller, Somer's Rock served as a sort of fort against the dangers of the land. Folk would hole up there and shoot out at bandits, skinwalkers or anything else that came close enough to spook the townsfolk.

You're currently stood across the street from the entrance, listening to the music and laughter coming from inside. Your man is somewhere in there, how are you going to go about this?

Just kick the goddamn door in, see what you scare up.
Maybe take a look around inside before you go on a rampage.
Or you could spend some time coming up with a better idea. Write In.

Just kick the goddamn door in, see what you scare up.

>>2741194
>Head in through the back of the saloon where no one will see you
Do you even New Vegas?

>>2741213
support

>>2741213
Support. Maybe be on the lookout for any drunks out back with loose holsters.

>>2741194
>Maybe take a look around inside before you go on a rampage.

>>2741194
>>2741221
Oh wait, I'll switch over to
>>2741213
and support the side objective of looking for drunks.

Yeah along with my write-in in >>2741213 I'll also back the idea >>2741220 has about keeping an eye out for drunks with guns.

Alright lads, we sneeki breeki like

2d10
DC's are 6,8

Rolled 7, 10 = 17 (2d10)

>>2741242

Rolled 3, 1 = 4 (2d10)

>>2741242

Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d10)

>>2741242

>>2741249
You did good anon, you did good.

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>>2741249
my nigga

>>2741249
Appreciate the carry.

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You head around the back, vaulting a small fence and heading into the alley between the the saloon and the Bank next door. You're about to head in through the back door, but you just as you put your hand on the doorknob it's sent flying outwards and a drunkard staggers out into the alley, pushing you out of the way absentmindedly as he expels the contents of his stomach all over the floor before passing out.

You take the opportunity to liberate him of his belongings, taking his gun belt and pistol as he lays there insensate. It takes you a second to figure out how to load the revolver, you're mostly familiar with your Pa's double barrel but you figure it out fairly quick. Death's rounds are smaller when you open the pouch, and they fit perfectly, just like he said they would.

You head in through the back, stalking through a storage room and past a door that leads down into a small cellar. Eventually you come to a door that opens outwards into the main room of the Saloon. You open it up a crack and take a look through. It's a large room, and despite the late hour you can still count maybe two dozen people inside and making merry.

And right at the back you see him. The bastard who put a shotgun shell in your head and his buddies are sat around a small table, laughing and spilling beer across their poker game. The leader is nowhere to be seen, there is what appears to be a recently vacated seat at the table though. A half finished glass of whiskey sits near a face down hand of cards.

Kick the door in and test the Apocalypse rounds, you'll find the Stranger later.
Try to surreptitiously enter the room, maybe you can get closer before getting the drop on them.
Wait, maybe the Stranger'll come back.
Spend some time thinking up a better plan.

>>2741356
Bethany Campbell:Dead Girl Walking
Status:100%
Money: $0
Inventory: Kind of like Gene Hackman from the quick and the dead, but with a red bandanna and duster.
Apocalypse rounds:+1 to all checks made with firearms.
Colt single action army. More than enough to kill anything that moves.

Wait, maybe the Stranger'll come back.

>>2741356
>Wait, maybe the Stranger'll come back.

>>2741356
>Wait, maybe the Stranger'll come back.

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>>2741356
>Wait, maybe the Stranger'll come back.
We got a nice cellar and storage room here. Maybe there's something we can loot or use for later, if not something to hide in real quick-like if we hear someone walking close.

>>2741356
>Wait, maybe the Stranger'll come back.
Gotta be like one of them 'Gators that pa likes to drone on and on about.

Wait for the Stranger.
roll me D10+1
DC:7

Rolled 4 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>2741409
CRIT COME ON!

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>2741409
YEEE HAAAAW

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>2741409

Rolled 10 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>2741409

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>>2741422
>crit AND dubs

>>2741422
I'm sorry anon, it's best of three.
You got a nine though, so you succeeded

>>2741424
>i cockblocked the crit success
>after I got a 10 on the previous roll
The dice giveth and it taketh away