NationStates Jolt Archive

The Factbook
A land where death stalks the people. Men are killed without trace. Bounty Hunters hunt for the next wanted man, Dead Or Alive. Men are Hung for their crimes but not everyman who has their head in a noose hangs. Bribes and corruption is a common sight. No one Man owns these lands. Men use their guns to end fights. The sharpest wins...the loser dies. Will their legacy live on...they decide.

The History
The Badlands of Supernova lives up to its name without any doubt. For At least over a century these lands have been prowling will Bounty Hunters, Wanted Men, Sheriffs, Saloons, Undertakers, local business such as barbers and food outlets, mules, horses and of course the six shooters. These things and more all have one thing in common. Killings, shootings, and deaths. There are two types of people in these lands. Men with loaded guns and those who cower when the shooting begins. But when the shooting begins. Its been the same story for years...The Sharpest Shooter survives...the other does not. 50 years ago lived the greatest six-shooter of all time from the town of Lillia. Never lost a duel, never lost a fight, never missed a shot. He went by the name of Joe "One Shot" Bildo. The Greatest Bounty Hunter in History. Men feared his name... most of all, men feared him. For most of his time in the badlands "one shot" was the man. Joe is the man everyone will remember. His death in 1841, about 30 years ago at the age of 39 is still unknown to this day. The man known as John "Death Shot" Williams was accused of his murder but never went to trial. Bribery and deceit are the main thoughts of the people. "One Shot's" death was not caused by a duel but by jealousy and pure and simply Cowardice actions. John "Death Shot" Williams asked for a duel with "One Shot". He knew he couldn't win. So come noon. Joe waited and waited. No one came. As Joe let his guard down, 7 masked men came out and grabbed Joe, placed a bag over his head and was taken away. A week later after no sighting of Joe "One shot" Bildo, he was found, shot dead in cold-blooded murder.
John "Death Shot" Williams still prowls these lands at the age of 74, with his men, on horseback. New Bounty Hunters will come and new "Bad Guys" will arise. Old Stories are now forgotten. New stories will be written into history. A New age will dawn.

The Present
The year is 1873. New Towns are opening. Six Shooters still roam these lands. Younger ones are replacing the old. The Good will keep the peace; The bad will destroy the peace. The best will write themselves into history.
There are no laws...
What Awaits the Badlands Of Supernova?


OOC-You May have a star character in your town but as we go on. The best can roam into other towns. Also can you all telegram me to what you want your star character to be and his/her name. (With Allies possibly helping him/her). Eg- Bounty Hunter (good), Villain (bad Guy). Sheriff of the lands (trying to keep the peace, mainly good). Or whether you are just interested in your own lands.etc. Be creative with the style of your player. State as much as you can about the star player. If you have any other ideas please telegram Interlosia. Thank you.

It was indeed 1873, and the newly formed USAV was a thriving force in the new world. Though mostly at peace, recent disturbances had the citizens worried. A man they call Jack ‘Wonderboy’ Black, was on the run, a fugitive from law, some say he killed three hundred people and gauged out their eyes to eat. Some say he killed the Sheriff and then ate him. Some say he doesn’t even exist.

It was nearing the sacred time of Christmas when the people became scared. The top duelist in the country had been killed by a mysterious man in a cloak. That man had never been defeated in a twenty year reign.
Odd goings on had been occurring from the last month, the booming businesses of the new age halted, cargo and goods were stolen. Things appeared very strange.

The legend of the six shooters and Jack ‘Wonderboy’ Black started to be spoken of all over again, was Jack a member of this cult group? Was Jack still alive...?

That question was answered one late night on the 13th of December.
The Capital of USAV, POLSKADOM, was under siege. The red Indians had once again attacked, these natives where always detesting the new regime of the USAV. This time though there was one difference. The man in the Cloak was attacking with the natives, the USAV sent out there most experienced to help the mission of defeating this villain and his small army of indians. The opponents broke through…

With many of the USAV’s greatest lying dead on the ground what would happen to the civilians? Would chaos be brought upon the USAV? Is Jack ‘Wonderboy’ Black was now in control? What will come of this nation now? Will there be anybody to stop the new regime? This is a time where heroes can be made, a time where the people need someone to stand up for them.

OOC: I will be replying in future as Jack Black, this is just a bit of context and feel free to reply as you feel, any queries, then just send me a telegram.

It was the year 2029, when the terminator was sent back in time to 1873, with a bunch of flowers, a box of chocolates and a heart full of love for one Andrew ‘it was a tour de force’ Frith. However when he got there Frith was on some sort of physics trip in Liverpool, and left this terminator dude on his own in chemistry, with only Anna ‘the smart one’ Parks and Andrew ‘show me the crotch’ Jacson for company.

So the terminator, now officially named Dan ‘the cool kid, who’s NOT gay’ Brown, formed the small town called Frith is Smell and shared his political ideology, that Frith is smell, with his people. This town overnight grew into a nation of 12 million in such a spectacular event that words can not explain how it happened (i.e. I can’t be bothered writing it). The nation may only be young but it is growing due to its great political ideology. Then as Dan ‘the cool kid, who’s NOT gay’ was coping his chemistry homework off ‘show me the crotch’ Jackson, his chemistry teacher saw him, and it was all over, but non of what I have just wrote has a lot to do with my story……


It is the legend of Dan ‘the cool kid, who’s NOT gay’ Brown and his mission to stop Andrew ‘show me the crotch’ Jackson. ‘Show me the crotch’ Jackson was well know in Frith is Smell when it was only a small town, but then he did some evil things, like rob a bank or pick flowers in an evil way or something like that (use your imagination) and went down in legend. Know as ‘Crotchson’ to his friend, and ‘Stop looking at my crotch’ by his enemies. They had some sort of cool duel, in a western type way, which I shall describe before I go band practice tonight, and I can’t be bothered to think of any more stuff cause ive got chemistry homework to do…..

In short my character is called Dan ‘the cool kid, who’s NOT gay’ Brown, and hes an evil kind of dude, and hes a terminator for a bit of randomness. And even though this is a western thread my guy was some realy cool weapons that could kill every one elses guy:sniper: :mp5: :gundge:

In conclusion feel free to citise my character, and this will be continued later, i just cant be bothered doing it no.....

peace out children and byeseybye kids ( and stop looking at my crotch ....Jackson that means you!

A mysterious stranger rolled into the Badlands early in the morning in 1873, on a motorbike...except they hadn't been invented yet so he rode in on a horse....that is if he could've found one...so lets just say he walked in...with style! The stranger was tall and carried a large gun in his battle scarred hands. He smoked his cigarette with style and attached to his belt was the head of his most recent slain enemy, Gerard "I look like a teenage girl" Way.

The stranger's story was blurred and little was known about him. It was known that he had travelled from the blackened lands of the Metalheaded Militia, and many people speculated about his origins. Was he a member of the cult group known simply as the six shooters? Only time would tell.

Nobody knew the man's name except for one man, a man with whom the stranger had unfinished business in these lands. The stranger looked round and walked straight ahead into the cold wind, while he slowly muttered the words "Wonderboy".....

OOC - Yea i know its shit but not bad for somethin written in 10 minutes eh?

Alright kiddies, I said I would elaborate on my dude and here it is (staring Hansen’s mullet as ‘the mullet’)

The year is 1870-mullet

Dan ‘the cool kid, who’s NOT gay’ Brown woke up with a headache, after drinking a lot in the local saloon, 'The Rusty Mullet' (drinking motor oil, as he is a terminator after all). He quickly looked around the room, for any intelligent forms of life, but alas there was non. He walked over to the wall for no reason whatsoever only to see thee words red rum. It was wrote in childish writing on the wall, in some sort of red stuff (was it blood? I can’t remember, any one care to tell me?). Then to fix his terminator eye (like in terminator 1 when he takes his eye out and puts sun glasses on) only to see the reflection of the word red rum. It was murder backwards (original eh?)

“ What the hell, who’s wrote murder on my wall” said Dan ‘the cool kid, who’s NOT gay’ Brown (who’s name is now shortened to ‘cool kid’) “God dammit, I only just cleaned that like two months ago”

As he turned to put on a rate cool leather jacket he saw something from the corner of his eye….

“ Jesus Christ it’s a Mullet!”

“Its getting away batman” said robin, batmans side kick that is in this story for no reason, also my guys not called batman.

“Who the hell are you” said ‘cool kid’ to robin, but before he answered the mullet attacked….

Robin was dead…

And the mullet had escaped. Cool kid laughed and went back to bed…..
However he was a woken by Sean Connery, who galloped through the window on a white horse. Cool kid felt an electric shock go through his body.

“ I am Juan Sanchez Villa-Lobos Ramirez, I am the consultant of the king of Spain, and I am seeking you out” said Sean.

“What…where the hell is Spain, who are you?” said cool kid

“That feeling you’ve just felt now when I came in, you’ve felt it before, haven’t you,” said Ramirez.

“Yes I have” replied Dan “ when I first saw the mullet”

“That is the quickening,” said Ramirez “ and that was no ordinary mullet you’ve just seen, it was the kurgen, the strongest of all immortals who’s allowed to steal material from films, he controls a guy called Chris ‘the mullet’ Hansen” Ramirez walked to the wall with red rum on it “ You, my friend, you are immortal, as am I. And im hear to train you in time for the gathering, so the mullet doesn’t claim the prize”

“Wait a minute,” said Dan, after reading how bad the story he’s wrote so far is, “wasn’t pretty much everything you’ve just said stolen from the highlander, this sucks, but I hate the mullet so lets go.”

Dan went in to the capital of Frith is smell, ‘ gaaaaay’, with Ramirez and started to deliver a speech to the citizens so that they would find the mullet.

“Stand up for righteousness! Stand up for justice! Stand up for truth!” he said, the crowd of 10 people cheered uncontroabley “You got to call on that something that can make a way out of no way, that power that makes a way out of no way” by this point the whole nation had gathered, and cheered so spectacularly, that a bad writer such as myself could not describe it “I tell ya I seen the lightning...I've heard the thunder roll. Sometimes I feel discouraged, but he promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone, no never alone, no never alone.” Dan, speaking like some important dude continued “I have a dream, that Black men and white men can sit together at the table of brotherhood” Then he spoke some more to the people and they cheered a lot, but ill skip to the end of the speech “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God almighty we are free at last!”

Then Dan walked off the stage, and wondered, why did he give a black rights speech when he was trying to get the people to find the mullet?

to be continued……


thanks for reading folks, and special thanks to the shining, the highlander for letting me steal there plots. Also the speech at the end is adapted from Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., ‘I Have A Dream’ speech, Delivered as the keynote speech at the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom on 28 August 1963

wow that was random, tune in next week and find out what happens to the mullet…

what the hell does ooc mean?

A new day bagan to dawn, the light shone through the windows of Interlosia. Ordinary people were off to work and some still in bed. It was many a year since there was a brave man that Interlosia could call their own. But a new man was emerging. In the town's monthly "Shot" contest. A new man had won the contest 4 months on the run after entering it 5 months ago, in which he was beaten in his first attempt by the long time winner but now Ageing, Tom "Scalphunter" Richards who is now 69. It has been many years though, since Tom ever had a duel with anyone. Tom was the main man in town some years back, but has lost a lot of his skills.

A New man has risen up. He goes by the Name of Joe "High Noon" Hicks. He has just celebrated his 27th Birthday and wants to make himself a Legend in Interlosia. Its been only 4 months since this Man emerged and he has made a name for himself. Winning many "Shot" contests and in particular, keeping a band of bandits off his patch. Joe doesn't talk often...He lets his guns talk. He has always had Joe "One Shot" Bildo as a person to aspire to. Joe wants the man who killed Bildo. A Bounty Hunter he is, a Bounty Hunter will remain.

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: This town needs cleaning up.
Sheriff Bickles: Whys that Hicks?
Joe "High Noon" Hicks: ...Why do ya think. Theres no justice. Things must change.
Sheriff Bickles: What ya saying?
Joe "High Noon" Hicks: ...Im a bounty hunter, sheriff.
Sheriff Bickles: Your a what!?
Joe "High Noon" Hicks: A bounty hunter.
Sheriff Bickles: You'll be killed!
Joe "High Noon" Hicks: hmm...I don't think so.

Joe "High Noon" Hicks gets on his Mule and rides out of town with a big smile on his face.

OOC: Il Generally be doing most my stuff on what Joe "High Noon" Hicks is up to. As you see, Hicks is a Bounty Hunter and he will be a Good Guy. Everyone get a bit more better with your roleplaying please. Its not really a western at the moment. Too much crap, terminator? Hansens Mullet? Come on. Il be forced to leave this if this crap progresses.

1873, and Dan "talks arse gravy" Brown was roaming the badlands of macrosoftronioa looking for his wonder horse minty. He was the most feared bounty hunter in the land, but unknown to others it was minty; his trusty steed, who was the smart one, whuich was emphasized when he walked into a cave and never returned again.
One year later, rumours of Dan "talks arse gravy" Brown's secret treasure drove the two best in the land to go looking for it. The good was Andy "the patriot" Jackson and the bad was Chris "bullet" Mullet Hansen.
In the distance a lone horse roams the hillside....

Chris "bullet" the mullet hansen walked down the dusty streets towards the nearest Macro store. In the distance a "clip, clop, clip, clop," sound could be heard. It was getting louder, thought Hansen, but he dismissed it and went on to the store. He knew that Dan "talks arse gravy" Brown was here a lot so he'd begin his search here...

The stranger passed by a small local bar, “The Golden Mullet”, and an evil grin spread across his face. This seemed like a pretty good place to begin his search for Jack “Wonderboy” Black. The stranger knew that a man known simply as “The Mullet” was likely to know of Jack’s whereabouts, as he was the person to seek for advice of this nature. Unfortunately for the stranger nobody was actually sure whether or not the enigma of “The Mullet”, actually existed. The sheriff of Interlosia had attempted to trace “The Mullet” in order to charge him with several shootings in the area, but there seemed to be no proof of his existence and so none of the charges could be brought against him. The stranger, however, did believe in “The Mullet’s” existence and so he entered the bar, in search of information.

The stranger looked around at the several misfits who occupied the tavern, including a man with a hook for a hand and a woman with one eye. He headed towards the bar and in particular the landlord.

“Excuse me sir.” The landlord turned around to look at the stranger. “Do you happen to know of the whereabouts of ‘The Mullet’?” A huge gasp echoed throughout the tavern, and all those in the tavern turned to look intently at the stranger.

“We do not know anyone of that name I’m afraid sir, and if you continue to distress my customers I’m afraid I will have to ask you to leave sir.”

“My apologies for having wasted your time then sir,” said the stranger, as the occupants of the tavern returned to chatting amongst themselves.

“You want to talk to that man over there, sir,” whispered the landlord.

“What?”

“That man,” the landlord pointed to a man sitting alone at a table stroking his moustache. “His name is McBirnie and he’ll tell you what you want to know.”

The stranger thanked the landlord and moved over to where McBirnie sat alone.

“Mind if I join you?” asked the stranger.

McBirnie shook his head and motioned to the chair opposite to him.

“I’m told that you can give me information regarding the whereabouts of ‘The Mullet’.”

“Aye, we worked on a job together a few years ago, but we’ve fallen out of touch since then. However, you would be best to check out this place as he is likely to be staying here, and if he isn’t then those there may know his whereabouts.” McBirnie scribbled something down on a napkin, folded it over, and handed it over the table to the stranger.

“Thank you sir, I…wait a second!” The stranger had opened the napkin to look at the address McBirnie had given him but the napkin instead read; “Get fucked!” “What the…” muttered the stranger and he looked back up at McBirnie. McBirnie smiled maniacally and produced a revolver from under the table. The stranger gasped as McBirnie fired the revolver, and gave a sigh of relief when the bullet whistled past his left shoulder and into a beer glass behind him, which shattered upon impact. The stranger quickly produced his hand cannon and unloaded three shots into McBirnie’s chest. “Son of a Bitch!” the stranger exclaimed as McBirnie’s lifeless body lay over the table. The stranger returned the gun to its holder and started towards the door, when he heard a strange noise behind him. He turned to see what looked like a large brown caterpillar launching itself towards him. He cried out as it clamped onto his face and began biting his nose. “Get it off, get it off!” he screamed like a schoolgirl. The stranger quickly picked up a broken chair leg from the floor and hit the caterpillar thing off his face. The thing made to jump again but the stranger quickly produced his hand cannon once more and turned it on the caterpillar thing.

“What the fuck is this thing?” he shouted breathlessly.

“I am Cerberus,” said the caterpillar thing.

“What the hell are you?”

“I am a moustache who controls people by clinging to their upper lip. It was working great until you showed up you shit! McBirnie was an idiot I came up with all his great ideas; I mean do you really think a guy like him ever really worked with ‘The Mullet’?”

The stranger lowered his gun. “I guess not…man this has been one fucked up day.” He shook his head and turned to walk out the tavern.

“Wait I’m coming with you!”

The stranger turned to see Cerberus following him out of the tavern.

“I have misjudged you. You have spared my life and so I will lead you to the man they call ‘The Mullet’.” If moustaches could smile then Cerberus would have been smiling, but since they can’t he simply moved out of the door leading the stranger to the legendary “Mullet”…….

OOC – Now that was random! (btw my first post was the introduction)…

Our story continues several days later, as Cerberus continues to lead the mysterious stranger to the hideout of “The Mullet”, who holds the information that will lead the stranger to Jack “Wonderboy” Black.

The two misfits were currently travelling along a dusty track, which hadn’t been used in many years. Cerberus continued to make small talk regarding the state of the nation and such, but was interrupted when the stranger tripped up and fell flat on his face.

“What the hell happened there?” asked Cerberus, holding in his laughter.

The stranger looked back at his feet and saw a sheriff’s badge protruding from the sand. He crawled over to it and pulled it out. Dusting the sand off it, he noticed beneath the blood which dripped off the badge, that the owner of the sheriff’s badge was Sheriff Theodore Bickles.

“Hey Cerberus, isn’t this guy the sheriff of these parts?”

“Sure is, he’s not very good though. Word around “The Golden Mullet” was that some bounty hunter called Joe ‘High Noon’ Hicks wounded him after an argument. The sheriff hasn’t been seen alive since.”

“What a twat,” laughed the stranger.

“You’re not wrong there, but we should keep moving if we want to reach “The Rusty Mullet” before nightfall.”

Cerberus believed that another tavern; “The Rusty Mullet” was the current residence of the man known as “The Mullet”. The stranger picked himself up and continued towards the tavern, which they could see in the distance.

After about half an hour of irrelevant occurrences such as a thunderstorm, an alien abduction, and Winston Churchill and Adolf Hitler engaging in “Matrix” style combat, Cerberus and the stranger arrived at “The Rusty Mullet”.

Upon entering the pub the two misfits realised that the pub was completely deserted. The room was trashed and on the wall the words “Red Rum" had been written with what appeared to be blood. Laying lifeless on the floor was a small man, who appeared to be Batman's sidekick, Robin. Suddenly a quiet whimpering was heard from behind the bar. The stranger drew out his hand cannon and proceeded with caution towards the bar. Quickly the stranger shouted; “Come out with your hands in the air!”

Slowly from behind the bar a figure emerged. He was completely bald and had obviously been in a fight as he had scarring covering his face. “Please don’t hurt me,” he cowered.

“Who are you?” asked the stranger.

“I am…Cerberus? Is that you?”

“It sure is. How’s it going my old friend? What happened to the kurgen?” asked Cerberus.

“It attacked me and escaped. I believe two men are on the trail of it now…”

“Wait a second,” said the stranger, “Kurgen? Old friend? Who is this guy, Cerberus?”

“This is the man you seek, my friend. This is Chris 'The Mullet' Hansen…”

OOC – Cue cliffhanger style music for effect, and tune in next time for another exciting episode.

Meanwhile; Andy "the patriot" Jackson was having less luck. He thought he'd found a hot lead, a strange wizended old woman had informed him that there was a cave up on the mountainside near Gaaayy, in Frith is smell, and he'd travelled there full of hope. Instead he found himself in great piles of monkey shit, literally, being chased by gay pygmies through the jungles of the upper highlands.
After a near fatal accounter with a blowdart and a pointy stick, Patriot ( as he's now called) entered the mountainside cave. On the wall there was a hook and a note, which said,"Please leave your belongings here," on one hook there was a hat and a bullwhip. "Yoink!" said patriot as he subtely slipped it into his coat. He walked a bit further along the cave and then he heard a crash and then an Indiana Jones lookalike came running down the cave with a boulder rolling behind him.
" Quick throw me the whip!" cried the Indiana Jones bloke.
" Ok pass me the treasure and i'll throw you the whip!"
Indy threw him a wrapped up bundle and then said," Now quick for the love of god throw me the whip!"
Patriot had already forgotten about him though and all that could be heard from the cave was a voice saying," Oh my god not my legs, I need those to walk with! Ahhghg you yellow bastard come back here i'll fu**" Then a sort of splatting sound.
Patriot walked out of the cave and then looked down at the whip in his hands," O ahhgh crap!"

The story Dan ‘the terminator’ Brown and his teacher Juan Sanchez Villa-Lobos Ramirez.

As (the newly named) Dan ‘the terminator’ Brown left the stage, maz had a go at him and told him to be more serious, so he decided to get a little more serious.

“Im scared Tony” said Dan, clearly stealing lines from the shining.

But Tony wasn’t there, in fact Tony didn’t exist.

“Dammit Ramirez, the Mullets close I can fell it” said Dan,

“Patience my boy, you are not ready to fight the mullet, I have to train you in the art of the duel” Ramirez replied,

From the capital ‘gayyyyyy’ they rode to a small settlement somewhere in the badlands, looking for an old miner, K. ‘the mustache’ McBirnie. The town was only small but had all the necessities for two young bachelors on an adventure. Unfortunately Ramirez was 6500 years old and swore never to love again, and Dan was a terminator incapable of passion or other human emotions.

They dismounted there horsies and walked into the local saloon ‘The Golden Mullet’

“Who the hell is that lying on the table….” Started Dan

“He’s dead…” interrupted Ramirez “The blood is still warm…” Ramirez stopped in shock…

“Who is he…” asked Dan, Ramirez didn’t reply but only started to sob as the face of the dead man was reveled by the candle light.

“Its ‘The Mustache’ McBirnie,” sobbed Ramirez “he’s dead…”

“D’ya think it was the Mullet, the Kurgen I mean?” Asked Dan, his heart rising as he thought of finally meeting the mullet in combat.

“No, it’s something much more sinister, it’s not safe here…” Ramirez stopped as the candle light reveled more

“What is Ramirez? What do you see?” Asked Dan.

“His mustache is gone, Cerberus has escaped! “Said Ramirez, a look of horror took over his face. He looked down in to his hands, contemplating his future. He had a plain golden ring on his index finger, and diamond ring on his ring finger, it was his old wife’s, she was a Japanese princess who died over 2000 years ago.

“What’s wrong Ramirez?” asked Dan
Ramirez had all but forgotten that he was their “Nothing, dear boy…” Ramirez suddenly stopped talking.

“What is it Ramirez, what do you see?” asked Dan, getting fed up of Ramirez being a miserable bastard and not talking.

“its my ring…” Ramirez said, he held his right hand up to Dan. The ring the small gold ring on his index finger was glowing. Dan peered closer, what was causing this unusually occurrence. As he looked closer he saw what was causing the glow

“Something’s written on it...” said Dan slightly confused at what he was witnessing “its some form of the mustache language, but its different..”

“That is the language of Cerberus, in the common tongue it says ‘One mustache to rule them all, one mustache to find them, one mustache to bring them all and the barbershop bind them…”groaned Ramirez

“Wait…” said Dan “ I have can read a tiny bit of it, it also says ‘© to J.R.R Tolkein…and… new line cinemas’, what the hell does that mean?”

“It means that the writer of this little story has stole his idea from the Lord of the Rings trilogy, if this was ever published it would mean he would get sued” Replied Ramirez

“Holy shit that cant be good, he cant even come up with his own ideas, he must be a rubbish writer” replied Dan.

“Anyway enough of this, back to the story” said Ramirez, prompting Dan to read his script.

“O right…Why is your ring glowing Ramirez, and what has the writing got to do with anything?” Asked Dan, finally returning to the story

“This is not my ring Dan, it is Cerberus’ ring. Let me explain...” Answered Ramirez

To be continued

OOC- but more serious eh? By the way, I know all of this is stolen from films, but hey, I don’t care

Peace out to jackson

Joe "High Noon" Hicks had been travelling for a day now. Searching bountys and in particular people doing wrong. News came to him from an unlikely source.

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: (Joe looks down from his mule to see a wounded man). What happened here?

Man:...Those damn drifters...They came in the night...I had no chance.

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: What you saying?

Man: I recognised one of em...

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: Who?

Man: Jack Black...or at least I think it was him...They were wearing black cloaks at the time...aww...one of em asked me if they had seen you...I said I hadn't. They didn't believe me...And now look at me. Awww...Damn Bastards!

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: ...Jack Black? You sure?

Man: Well it either him or his brother or Son. I didn't get a good look...but I.e..er......Got enough of a look.

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: ...I heard Jack Black thinks he's the Wonderboy...

Man: Thats right. Or least one of em does...if that was the One.

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: Il go tell the Sheriff.

Man: You mean Bickles?

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: Yeh

Man: Bickles aint been seen...awww...since his argument with you.

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: What! Bickles is dead?

Man: Well...he aint been seen alive since you spoke to him. Awww...Everyone blaming you boy.

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: ...hmm. Someone's gonna pay for this.

Man: What ya gonna do?

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: Well...Jack Black's gang comes down here and attacks you. Bickles disappears......I guess its time...

Man: Time? For what?

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: ...You wanna ride?

Man: Yeh. Thanks Joe.

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: ...(Joe "High Noon" Hicks Smiles back at the Man). Well... You better find yourself a horse...(Joe "High Noon" Hicks Rides away on his mule).

Man: What...awww. Come back you!. Awww

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: USAV...here I come...

“4000 years ago this land was very different, Supernova was ruled by Cerberus,” explained Ramirez “He once was an all powerful Dictator, but I beat him on the slopes of Mount Boom. He was caged on the top lip of ‘the mustache’ McBirnie, were he has stayed since this fatal day. But some one has killed ‘the mustache’, and has sealed the doom of Supernova if Cerberus isn’t stopped”

“Well you have the ring, and he wont beat you so were cool, aren’t we?” said Dan

“No we are not,” replied Ramirez “The Mullet we seek, ‘the Kurgen’, he is Cerberus brother…”

“So that means…” Dan was interrupted mid sentence by Ramirez.

“Yes, Cerberus is searching for the Kurgen as well, we shall one day meet. Cerberus also knows I have the ring, and if this guy he’s with could kill the great out law, K ‘the mustache’ McBirnie, then he is good enough to be one of the 6 shooters”

“I thought you said he was a miner…” said Dan

“ He is no miner, he adopted the identity of the miner, and K ‘the mustache’ McBirnie In 1841” replied Ramirez “His real name is John ‘Death Shot’ Williams…” A gasp ripped through the saloon.

“If ye be callin’ the name of old ‘Death Shot’ in The Golden Mullet, I will be seein’ you at high noon” said the Barkeep, drawing his Winchester rifle from bellow the bar top “ya see we don’t like ‘Death Shot’ in these here parts, he killed Joe ‘One Shot’ Bildo, the greatest bounty hunter in the land. And if ya don’t mind ‘the moustache’ McBirnie is trying to get a little rest…”


“Im sorry my fine man, my friend Ramirez was merely cursing his name” Dan started to whisper to Ramirez “They don’t know that ‘ The Mustache’ was really ‘Death shot’ do they?”

“No they don’t… don’t tell them” answered Ramirez

“Tell me good people who was last to talk to ‘the mustache’” asked Dan

“Word has it he is called ‘The Stranger’, he’s traveling to the ‘Rusty Mullet’, ‘bout two towns over from here to find one Chris ‘the bullet’ Mullet Hansen” answered the barkeep

“Quick Ramirez, back to The Rusty Mullet”

OOC- here is some more, im gunna stop stealing stuff from films now, and makin it more western style, my story crosses over with al’s a lot, if ya havnt already noticed.
Any how, tune in next week and find out what happens next…

peacelies out, love Santa caluse

Jack 'Wonderboy' Black is rumoured to be dead. Some witnesses have said that an attack on Jack's life was made while he was drinking moonshine in the Rusty Mullet. Jack the now leader of USAV is currently missing and a revolt is going on in the nation. Daily duels occur and the country appears unstable.

“You’re ‘The Mullet’?” exclaimed the stranger.

“Yes he is!” snapped Cerberus, “But what the hell happened to you, Hansen?”

“The Kurgen must have sensed danger was near because he ripped free of my head and escaped just as two strangers arrived.”

“What did these strangers look like, Hansen?” asked Cerberus.

“Well the first figure was taller than the second, he had a murderous look on his face…oh and his movement was very robotic. The second man was called Ramirez I believe, and he rode a white horse and looked rather like the actor Sean Connery who has yet to be born…”

“Wait…” interrupted the stranger, “What is this Kurgen you speak of? And why were these two men seeking it out?”

“The Kurgen is my brother,” said Cerberus, “He is a being that looks much like a mullet and he found refuge on the head of our friend Chris Hansen here, however those two men must have bad intentions because my brother normally wouldn’t react in such a dramatic fashion. However, I know one thing, Kurgen is dangerous when something scares him, and who knows what he could do if anybody crosses him.”

“I think we need to seek out the kurgen and stop him before it’s too late. Nobody is safe while he is on the loose.” said Hansen. “What is your name stranger?”

“My name is _____ (OOC – the stranger’s name is beeped out in a style reminiscent of the bride’s name in “Kill Bill”).”

“Alright we should set out after the kurgen immediately.” Said Hansen.

“No my friend,” said Cerberus stopping Hansen in his tracks, “You are to weak to embark on such a quest with us. You wait here and use this if the two men return.” As Cerberus said this, the stranger tossed him a shotgun. “Now my friend, I’m afraid we must leave you…goodbye.”

“Wait!” shouted the stranger. “ Before we leave, I believe you know the whereabouts of Jack “Wonderboy” Black.”

“Yes, we knew each other for a short time. I trained him in the ways of the mullet and he became a very skilled fighter. However, something or someone changed him somehow and he quit my dojo, stole my antique hand cannon; one of only two ever produced, and set out on a murderous rampage. Some say he’s looking for something, others say he’s just crazy. Whatever the reason he’s extremely dangerous and I would advise you not to seek him.”

The stranger shook his head. “I have met this man only once and I realise that he is not sane. I have unfinished business with “Wonderboy” and I cannot be at peace until I have exacted my revenge upon him!”

“Well fair enough…to find the man you seek you should head East towards the sun. “Wonderboy” was spotted walking into town several days ago or so we think…it is possible that it was not actually him at all, but I’m afraid it’s the only information I have…” said Hansen.

“We need to head East to find my brother too, _____ (stranger’s name is again beeped out as in Kill Bill),” stated Cerberus.

“Where do you think Kurgen is headed?” asked the stranger.

Cerberus and Hansen looked at each other.

“He’s headed for Mount Boom…”

OOC – Tune in next time for another exciting episode. As Danny said our stories intertwine, so you need to read both of them to understand everything that’s going on (not that we understand it all like)…

As the moustache and the stranger walked out of 'The Golden Mullet', another man stood up from the table in the dark corner, or at least it would have been if it wasn't for the barman installing a large lamp in the corner a week ago. The Man gave the barman a dirty look as he started to walk out. As he was about to leave the bar via the flappy doors, some dumbass on the other side thought it would be funny to put his foot in the way. The man backed 3 paces away and drew the saber from his side and chopping in between the gap in the door severed the other guys foot. He pushed out through the door, the sun glinting off the sword in his hand...
He walked slowly up to the man who was now hopping around and screaming in pain he slowly drew his black leather glove off his hand and slapped the other guy across the face with it. Causing the other guy to fall over.

"I challenge you to a duel, swords or pistols" He said
"I've only got one leg, how can i fight" the other replied
"i'll go easy on you" He said in a pleading tone
"If you don't try i'll kill you anyway"
"fine then, dickhead"(said in chav/hazy way)

The man was helped up and took out his revolver they turned back to back and then the other(who still has a leg) said:

"by the way whats your name?"
"Thomas 'the dumbass' Taylor" he replied
"Ha I see nickname isn't in capitals i am surely superior, my name is Anton 'The Slap Happy' Tabarn... now ten paces forward"

There was a thump as Thomas fell over, Anton walked the final ten paces turned and shot at thin air.:sniper:

"You ducked you coward, i'll kill you...more" He shouted

Slap Happy drew his sabre again and ran back towards the man lying on the floor he plunged it into his back before twisting the blade and pulling it free. He whistled (well tried to whistle but then had to shout)

"TRACY"

A huge stallion suddenly walked out from behind 'The Golden Mullet', the horse had holsters and two specially made revolvers on it's side, the horse itself was completely white. As the horse approached 'Slap Happy' Tabarn suddenly said:

"aaaaahhh king of all horses, rider of the winds, friend for thousands of years"
"I'm not shadowfax, for the last time, you just called me Tracy, and who was the dead dude?" The horse spoke

"some dumbass" said 'Slap Happy' Tabarn
"well that's nice" replied Tracy
"No he was actually a dumbass"
"Well that wasn't ve..."
"ATCHIBAKUP, just shut up... Now we need to follow these tracks to find Hansen 'The Mullet'"
"why, do you want to kill and slowly torture the mullet?"
"no i want to kill Hansen, it's more fun and last time we met he called me gay over and over again in a worryingly obsessive way and then when i tried to challenge him to a duel he distractred me with a really bad impression of Kate Bush and then ran away" Was 'SH'(short for 'Slap Happy') reply

'SH' then jumped onto Tracy's back and they rode off on the track of the crazy mastermind moustache and the other weird guy who kept pretending to say his name but actually just pausing.

DEATH TO HANSEN.

OOC- Well this should be interesting... DEATH TO HANSEN

After hearing of these rumours about the Mullet and of light sabers. Joe "High Noon" Hicks rode into Stallia. On the outskirts of Supernova. The local sheriff in the village asked him for his reasons.

Sheriff: Hey...Your Joe Hicks right?

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: Yeh.

Sheriff: Well...were you going son, this is the last village in Supernova. Once you leave here...your on a hell of trek to the next region.

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: I have my reasons for leaving.

Sheriff: But you are after Jack Black and the man who killed Joe Bildo.

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: John Williams stills roams these lands. And For all I know he could be anywhere. And Jack Black...he could be dead for all I know.

Sheriff: So...you are no longer a Bounty Hunter.

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: Did I say that. A Bounty Hunter I will always be. However...not here. Supernova's Badlands have been my home for too long. Its time to find a new home sheriff. Bickles may be gone...but you know us Bounty Hunters.

Sheriff: Yeh?

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: We forget and move on. On this wretched land...I have no more to do.

Sheriff: So you goin to Fararly. Its a hell of a ride.

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: Yeh, you told me. But I must leave...A new region needs cleaning up.

Sheriff: But I thought you wanted to be know as the Greatest here?

Joe "High Noon" Hicks: (Joe "High Noon" Hicks smiles at the sheriff). Oh...I will...some time...but not yet. (Joe "High Noon" Hicks gets on his mule and rides away into the distance and away from Supernova). Goodbye old man.

Sheriff: Give em hell Joe!

Joe "High Noon" Hicks rides away heading for new region. He will not be in supernova for many years now it seems.

OOC: Thats probably my final post in this thread. As theres too much rubbish in this thread.

The patriot looked at the package in his hands. There was a cube wrapped up in the bundle of rags, it was colourless and felt much colder than it should do in the heat of the badlands. He put it back into his pocket and walked back into Macrosoft, the capital of macrosoftronioa.
He looked down the street and saw the nearby bank.
“Hello sir how can I help you?”
“I want to deposit this cube in your vault.”
The next day it occurred to him that the banker had looked very familiar….but he didn’t think much more about it. He heard a ‘clip clop’ sound behind him and turned around to see an empty street devoid of life. He turned back around and this time walked a little quicker down the street. Again he heard the ‘clip clop’ sound and he turned around to see a horse following him.
“Nay?” asked the horse.
“Huh it’s a just a horse.”
He walked a bit further down the street and then a bullet whizzed past his ear, embedding itself in a nearby wall. “Give me the cube,” Said the man with the Winchester.
“I don’t have it anymore,” said patriot,” Why who are you?”
“I’m Anton ‘what Mario isn’t telling you’ Tabarn. And I’m going to kill you.”
“What? Why?”
“I have my reasons, I challenge you to a duel.”
They turned around and drew their weapons; patriot unslung the heavy gun cannon and pushed back his eyepatch. Anton got his colt out, they began walking the five paces.
“Duck you bastard.” Patriot jumped to the floor as a bullet whizzed past his head. Minty looked at him, “Naeigh?” Everyone knew horses couldn’t talk so who said it?
“Right draw!” The bullets whizzed about and patriot got hit in the arm. Minty walked out into the path, “Now’s it time to kick some ass!”
The horse reared up and patriot shouted, “Go for the jugular!” The horse reared forward grabbing Anton tightly around the throat and dragging him to the floor, “NO NOT MY NECK, I NEED THAT TO BREATHE WITH!”
Anton slumped to the floor, blood oozing out of his neck. “ Now how about a sugar lump you bastard.”
“Who are you?”
“ I’m Minty the wonder horse, Esquire.”

Cerberus and the stranger left “The Rusty Mullet” and headed East towards the sun, as Chris “The Mullet” Hansen had told them to. In the far distance a large Volcano could be seen spewing out molten lava from its summit.

Cerberus and the stranger had reason to believe that two strangers with bad intentions were on their trail, and had reason to kill Kurgen. Hansen hadn’t known the two strangers’ intentions but he had reason to believe that they were outlaws on the run from the law. Cerberus and the stranger were desperate to reach Mount Boom before the kurgen did something that could harm the state of Interlosia. Cerberus hadn’t told the stranger how powerful the fires of Mount Boom were, but they were powerful enough to destroy the badlands of Interlosia. They could not allow that to happen.

Cerberus and the stranger were sprinting across the deserted plains and could see Mount Boom becoming closer at every stride.

“We’re not far now,” shouted Cerberus breathlessly over the roaring gale.

“What do you think Kurgen will do if he reaches Mount Boom, Cerberus?”

“I’d rather not contemplate, but it certainly won’t…

Cerberus and the stranger’s conversation stopped abruptly, as the ground gave way beneath them and they fell into darkness. The stranger felt himself hit the cold floor and his left leg went numb. He looked around but the room they had fallen into was in complete darkness. The stranger turned to his left.

“Cerberus?” he shouted, “Are you…”

Suddenly, a light appeared in front of him and the stranger fell silent. A dark figure appeared in front of him. The stranger watched the figure, who was definitely a man (or an extremely manly woman), look the two of them up and down. A large evil laugh erupted from the man as his eyes focused on the stranger. The man brought the lantern to his face and grinned maniacally.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Alfonso.”

Alfonso’s eyes narrowed.

“’Wonderboy’…”

OOC – Now that’s a cliffhanger my friends. Tune in next time for another exciting episode.

the ground was dry.
the heat was hot.
the sky was blue.
.....enter miguel hansen.

a young rogue, disowned by his father, due to a fierce fued between the two on his fathers hairstyle, he ran off, in search of a lost myth. The myth.....of the lost city of sitnalta. (or, atlantis backwards.)

A city that promises endless riches for whoever might find it.

It was this that peaked Miguels interest.

With his trusty steed, byron, he had been trapsing the desert wastelands for 3 years now, with no improvement on where he first started, except an un-readable map and the tip of a spear with the words 'enzo moldonzo' inscribed. Miguel was no scientist, he didn't know what it translated to. but something told him he needed to keep hold of the spear, for it would come in useful, one day.

The time was unknown to Miguel, he had no time for watches. (get it?) it was mid-morning, that is all he needed to know.

He looked around him, there was nothing but cactus and the corpse of a dead animal. the vapour of the dead animal spread and left the air with a sickening taste.

Something wasn't right here. Miguel couldn't tell if it was just the suspenseful music he could hear in the background, or if there really was something wrong.
then suddenly it hit him.
really, it did.
a big rock.

Some old guy threw it. Miguel turned around. 'HEY, YOU! DON'T THROW ROCKS! THEY HURT!'

the old man replied.

'i have something for you!!'

Miguel thought it was a trap.
but he was desperate, and he walked towards the old man.

'i can tell you of the lost city (no one referred to as its real name, as its hard to pronounce, also, i decided its forbidden.).
but first.
you must defeat me in a duel!'

Miguel, flicked his poncho, so that the words 'travel Inn' could no longer be seen. the old man then cried 'DRAW!'
miguel, totally misinterpreting this, shot the man in the face, as he pulled out a drawing pad.
The old man had no chance of living, it was all over for him.
but, in his last words, for no actual reason, he decided to tell miguel the stuff anyway.

'head.......weast, by the mountains! also, use your compass.'

then he died.
and miguel was pissed.
what was weast?!
was it west?
was it east?

only time will tell....


occ- what does occ mean?

Ramirez and Dan rode for three days and nights through the dusty tundra that was the badlands. After and hours worth of Dan map reading they were 100 miles out of there destination.

“Erm…Ramirez….well…um…were lost…” started Dan.

“WHAT!” screamed Ramirez “YOU TIT!” he continued “I let you map read for an hour, and we’re lost?!”

“We will be all right, we’ll find a saloon and rest up for the night” said Dan

“Where the hell are we going to find a saloon” said Ramirez “We’re in the middle of no where…” Ramirez was stopped mid sentence as he hit the sign for the local saloon.

“The Red Dragon?” inquired Dan “lets go inside…”

They walked inside the saloon. On the stage was a badly dressed horse, obviously wearing a crapy dress in an attempt to look like a lady.

“Bar keep!” Demanded Dan “Why the hell has this saloon not got Mullet in its name?”

“One thousand apologies please sir” said the barkeep “It was called ‘The Red Mullet’ but that infringed on copyright laws”

“That’s ok then my friend, tell me, who is that horse on the stage” started Dan

Sudenly the barkeep jumped across the bar and grabbed Dan around the throat “That be Tracy ye be talking about, and she is the most beautiful woman in this land, and my wife, so ye would be wise not wise callin her a horse.”

“Im sorry my man, just gimmie some 4 X whiskey for me and my good friend here”

The barkeep was waddling off but was stopped by a loud bang on the table

“Gimmie *hic* gimmie some 12 *hic* X vodkey” said the man

“No sir you’ve had quite enough” said the barkeep”

“I said gim…*hic* gimmie some vodkey” the man tried to jump across the bartop but was stopped by Dan.

“You my friend, are drunk, leave this place now before you get hurt” said Dan calmly

“Wa*hic* Wachoo callin my *hic* my wife?!?”Screamed the man

“What the fuck I never mentioned your wife” said Dan

“My *hic* My mother was a *hic* saint” Screamed the man “I *hic* I challenges younes to a duel, at *hic* at high noon sir”

To be continued…

OOC Why have you left maz? The saber is a sowrd, not a light saber and its all in the weastern theme

“High noon, crap that’s now!” said Dan

“Don’t worry my lad, he’ll be perfect training, he’s so drunk he cant hold a gun” laughed Ramirez.

The man started to stager out of the tavern.

“It’s *hic* It’s high noon” shouted the man “Or are *hic* are ye yella’ belly?” Dan didn’t answer “Ya here that *hic* he’s yella’ belly” shouted the man to the rest of the saloon. The saloon gasped, and ran out side with the man. Dan walked slowly after them.

“I’ll count to *hic* three, and then *hic* ye yella belly will have to dra *hic* draw”. Dan and the man positioned themselves opposite each other. The man began to count “One, Two *hic* th *hic* three…” the man drew his gun and shot three shots at Dan. None of them hit him; instead they hit three people in the crowd. The man used the other three shots from his revolver. They hit nothing. Dan withdrew his sword and ran up to the man.

“Please don’t *hic* don’t kill me *hic*” squeled the man “ I’m the *hic* the local priest *hic* ye *hic* ye wouldn’t kill a man of the *hic* the cloth?”

“Now I have the chance to kill, I pity this fool” said Dan.

The crowd dispersed and Dan helped the man up.

“Thank *hic* thank ye” said the man

“Who the well are you?” asked Dan

“ I be Reverend *hic* Andrew ‘Rainbow Pride’ *hic* Frith the local…”

Dan interrupted him half way through “the local drunk” he said “I bet you couldn’t stay off the ale for one day”

“I too *hic* too can” said Frith “In fact I shall *hic* I shall travel you and ye *hic* ye band of merry men to prove it”

“Ok then were after a man known only as ‘the stranger’ you can come along for the ride” at this Frith’s ears perked up.

“ ‘The stranger’ you say” he started “I wouldn’t be looking for *hic* for him if I were ye *hic* lad”

“And whys that?” asked Dan “Tell me friend, what do you know about ‘The Stranger’”

“His real name is not to be spoken by anyone. I have know him for many years, back in the day when I had a wife…”
(OOC:Cue Wavy vision into a flash back)
“Hunnie’ im home” shouted Frith

The stranger walked down the stairs “Hi darling” said the stranger “how are…”

“Wait a minute” said Dan, interrupting the Flash back “The stranger was your wife!?!”

“Yes my friend *hic* he was…”

to be continued….

“So your telling me you were married to the stranger!?” asked Dan.

“Erm…well *hic*…I….um…*hic*think so” said Frith, he took a swig of his drink from his hip flask “Wait, here he comes now” said Frith pointing into nowhere, Dan turned around, whipping his revolvers out ready to put an end to the stranger once and for all. “Darling, Darling*hic*…” shouted Frith. Frith ran up to a signpost and started making out with it. “Look it’s ‘the stranger’” shouted Frith to Dan.

“Er no, that’s a post, dumb ass” said Dan

Frith finally figured out he was hallucinating, and after a long discussion with Dan and Ramirez realized that he was never married to ‘the stranger’.

“I bet it’s the drink that’s making you hallucinate, what’s in it man?” asked Ramirez

“Rum…” answered Frith.

“Well that’s not it” said Dan

“ive not finished yet” said Frith “Rum, 4X whiskey, *hic* 12X Vodkey, ale, cider, tequila *hic* and red wine *hic*…”

“Jesus that’s a lot” said Dan

“ O, and Absinth…” started Frith “Windowlean, *hic* brass polish, Moonshine, Wood polish, *hic* Mr.sheen, bleach, meths *hic* and my secrete ingredient…”

“And what’s that…” asked Dan

“Horse Piss” said Frith.

“Jesus Christ man!” said Dan “No wonder you’ve been seeing things”


OOC: its only a short bit, but i cant be bothere writing any more tonight...
Byeeeeeee

Dan, ‘Rainbow Pride’ Frith and Ramirez rode for days through the badlands of supernova.

“See” said Frith “Ive been four days without touchin’ a drop of the ol’ alkeyhol”
“Fair play” said Dan “I suppose if you want to, you can ride with us through the badlands to Mount Boom”

“Yea, id likes that very much” said Frith

The trio rode for a couple more hours until they ended up in the chavlands, a small, narrow canyon infamous for the outlaws that haunt it.

“Stick your hands in the air” shouted an outlaw who had just jumped down from the canyon sides.

“Fuck you” said Dan “If you think your gunna rob us then we can duel”

“Alright,” said the outlaw “Get’ em boys” (Reminiscent of the gospel guy and the other preist dude, Alex, Frith and Anton know what im talking about)

Seven out laws dropped from the canyon sides, Dan and Ramirez jumped from there horses and charged at the outlaws, swords drawn. The outlaws empted there revolvers at Ramirez and Dan, but failed to hit them. Instead they filled Frith with hot lead. Dan and Ramirez worked through the outlaws, decapitating them one by one. The first outlaw they saw galloped away from the scene of the fight into the distance, before Dan and Ramirez could kill him. They turned around in time just to see Friths lifeless body fall from the horse.

“Tell…tell my wife…I…I…love her...” stuttered Frith.

“Erm, sorry to tell you this man, but your wife doesn’t exist” started Dan “Remember, it was a hallucination”

“O…yea…” started Frith, with his dieing he uttered only one word “bastard…”

“I shall avenge your death Frith” shouted Dan “I shall find that outlaw and make sure he pays…”

To be continued

OOC: Dammit I have to go to history

Dan got on their horses and rode weast (OOC direction made by Hansen), the direction the bandit galloped off in.

“Im gunna get that bastard for killing Frith, even though I only new Frith for about a week” shouted Dan as they galloped weast.

“Patience” said Ramirez “We will find him, but don’t be hasty.” Ramirez pointed to the ground. There were hoof prints in the dusty tundra. “See my lad, hoof prints, we’ll follow these, we will surely find the bandit this way.”

Dan agreed and they raced off weast, following the prints. The prints stopped out side a small saloon, ‘The Nags Mullet’ it was called (OOC surprise, surprise). The two dismounted and ran into the bar. The bandit was no were to be seen. Dan walked to the bar

“Sir” he shouted to the barkeep, a well dressed man “Who’s is that horse?”

“I do declare that that is the horse of Michael ‘The Flinch’ Thomas” he started “He runs this lil’ ol’ town, so if you don’t want to end up dead, id stay away”

“So hes the sheriff?” asked Dan

“No, the sheriffs powerless in this part of the badlands, he’s over there” the barkeep pointed over to the corner of the bar. The sheriff was sat on the chair, looking very nervous. “He goes by the name Sheriff Tommy. Word has it he’s the brother of ‘The Flinch’, the one he didn’t eat…” continued the barkeep “Joe "High Noon" Hicks was meant to be ridin’ us of ol’ ‘flinhcy, but word has it, he’s left the badlands for good”

“Where’s ‘the flinch’ now?” asked Ramirez

“I do declare, he’s upstairs, but I wouldn’t go there if I were you.” said the barkeep.

Throwing asid the barkeeps warning Dan and Ramirez walked upstairs.

“Oh My God” screamed Dan “Is that what I think it is” a look of horror and disgust took his face.

“Yes dear boy” started Ramirez “He’s getting some executive relief”

‘The Flinch’ zipped up and turned round. “Don’t hurt me, I have no weapon.” Dan and Ramirez jumped on him and started to beat the living hell out of him

“You sick bastard, think of the children, think of the children…” Dan began to sob.

“Look” started Ramirez “Look what you have done to him, scared for life he is, just look…” he pointed at Dan sobbing on the floor. The barkeep rushed upstairs.

“You’ve…you’ve stopped him” he stuttered “looks like there will be a hangin’ today in this here town.”
‘The flinch’ was carried down to the street were the gallows were set up.

‘The flinch’ was hoisted up to the gallows, the noose was around his neck and the local vicar was reading him his final rights.

Dan stepped up to the gallows, ready to kick the barrel supporting the Flinch and end his life. ‘The flinch’ began to plee for his life

“ I cant…I cant do it…” said Dan

To be continued

OOC I have to get ready for that stupid presentation evening thing:mad: , gayyyyy:headbang:

“I…I just cant do it” said Dan “Only joking” laughed Dan as he kicked the barrel from beneath ‘the flinch’.

The crowd let out a large gasp and then broke into song.

You're a mean one, Mr. Flinch
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Flinch.

You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.

You're a monster, Mr. Flich.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Flich.

I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You're a vile one, Mr. Flich.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Flich.

Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.

You're a foul one, Mr. Flich.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Flich.

The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."

You're a rotter, Mr. Flich.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Flich.

Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.

You nauseate me, Mr. Flich.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Flich.

You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.

‘The Flinch’ looked to be gasping for breath but then the noose broke and he started to laugh.

“You cant kill me, I am Michael ‘The Flinch’ Thomas, no one can defeat me, I rule this land and will some day rule all of supernova.” Said ‘the flinch’

Dan drew his gun and shot at ‘The Flinch’, the bullet passed through him but the Flinch stayed standing.

“I told you, you cant kill me” he laughed, his voice had turned much more evil “Me and my lover, Mrs. Badcrumble, will rule this pathetic nation. My first task is to kill you Dan ‘the terminator’ Brown, for annoying me throughout years 9, 10 and 11, for stealing my stuff in technology and for saying im a cannibal, which I most certainly am. And I shall also kill one Anton 'The Slap Happy' Tabarn for practically the same things.”

“Hey Michael Thomas (OOC who’s now called ‘Tommy’), where’s your brother” laughed Dan.

“I don’t have a brother” replied Tommy.

“That’s cause you ate him” laughed Dan, the whole crowd burst into laughter.

“Don’t laugh at me” he screamed, “That’s not funny, Mrs. Badcrumble, lets go, and meet our fate at Mount Boom, where the final battle between me and Dan will take place” a woman jumped on Tommy’s horse and they rode into the distance,.

“Nothings stopping us now Dan” said Ramirez “Quick we must ride to Mount Boom where our fate awaits”

Dan and Ramirez jumped on their horses and rode into the distance. There destination, Mount Boom.


To be continued…

“Who did you expect, Alfonso?”

“You son of a bitch! You’ll pay for what you did to me!”

“Oh really? But how can you fight me when you can’t stand up?”

Alfonso tried to stand, but his left leg collapsed beneath his weight. Suddenly Jack drew out his hand cannon and turned it on Alfonso.

“Well,” he grinned. “This is it, the end of the road for the great Alfonso _____!” (OOC – This time it is the stranger’s surname which is beeped out). Jack squeezed the trigger of the gun, when suddenly out of the darkness Cerberus leapt at Jack and clamped onto his face. “Gah!” screamed Jack, dropping his gun. “What the hell is this thing get it off!” Jack began desperately clawing at Cerberus in a futile attempt to remove him from his face. In a last ditch attempt to free himself from the moustache, he punched Cerberus who was clinging to his nose at the time. Cerberus fell limply to the floor.

“Noooooooooooooooooo!!!” cried Alfonso.

Jack looked up and had an evil grin on his face once more, along with a now severely bloody nose. He walked over to Alfonso slowly.

“Is this the best you can do? A fucking moustache? But then anybody associated with you is usually a pathetic loser!” Jack spat in Alfonso’s face.

Suddenly, as if in a single movement, Alfonso withdrew his hand cannon and shot Jack in the left arm. Jack screamed and held his arm which was now spewing out blood. His face returned to anger and he kicked Alfonso hard in the face, causing Alfonso to drop his gun. Incensed, Alfonso threw himself at Jack and tackled him to the ground. The two began punching the crap out of each other, while rolling around on the floor. As the two continued rolling around wildly hitting each other, they rolled into the wall of Jack’s makeshift shelter causing it to collapse behind them. The two stopped fighting as they suddenly realised they were outside. Alfonso turned back to face Jack and found a hand cannon pointing at his face.

“I guess I underestimated you, Alfonso. I had forgotten how well you fight, like father like son..." A bruised Jack grinned evilly once more.

“Before you kill me, Jack. I want to know why you did it. Why did you kill my parents?”

OOC – Cue cliffhanger music. Now Danny; why did you lamely use the song “You’re a mean one Mr. Grinch”, simply replacing the name Mr. Grinch with Mr. Flinch? I mean that was lame. But kudos on the priest and vicar reference hehe…ah good times. Alright more soon people…

“Why did I do it?” said Jack.

“Yeah, I mean we were friends, Jack. Why did you betray me?”

“Money, that’s why motherfucker! A powerful man offered me a hell of a lot of money, and I don’t regret a damn thing about it. If I could I’d do it all over again!”

The deserted surroundings suddenly became hazy as Jack reminisced on his motives.

(OOC – Ok we’re going back in time now)

The large room is deserted apart from one man standing by his desk at the corner of the room.. The man is facing away. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door.

“Enter!” says the man at the back of the room.

Jack Black enters the room.

“Sit down,” says the man, and Jack does so. “I have asked you here for a very important reason Jack. I need your help in this matter

“Whatever you need sir, I am your humble servant.

The man turns around and smiles but his face is still obscured by the dark lighting in the room. “A former partner of mine has chosen to leave the trade, and he has persuaded several others to leave too. McBirnie and Hansen have both chosen to follow his lead you see and they were essential to my plans to rule Supernova. Therefore, I have no choice but to teach this man a lesson. It is the only way everybody else will learn never to leave the service of Michael ‘The Flinch’ Thomas!” The man steps forward to reveal his pale, yet evil face and dark eyes and hair. He grins evilly at Jack. “Now do you understand what you must do?”

Jack nods.. “I must kill him and his wife.”

“That’s right kid. Now I know you are close to their son; Alfonso, so it should be easy for you to do this. Here you go.” Tommy throws a large pile of money onto the desk. “You get half now and half once the job is done.” Jack counts the money and smiles. He shook Tommy’s hand and got up to leave. “Wait!” says Tommy. Jack turns around. “I will need proof that the job is done, Jack. Bring me their eyes.” He laughs evilly. “Bring me Joe ‘One shot’ Bildo’s eyes!”
The deserted landscape returned to normal once more to reveal Jack grinning evilly once more. “And that’s how my trademark started, Alfonso.”

Alfonso was wearing a look of pure hatred upon his face. Jack turned the gun on him once again.

“But now you must die. Nothing can stop me from killing you now, Alfonso Bildo!”

Alfonso stood up and Jack shot him in the arm. Alfonso didn’t scream, but continued walking towards Jack. Overwhelmed with rage Alfonso punched Jack in the face, knocking Jack to the sandy ground. Alfonso picked up Jack’s hand cannon, identical to his own and without a second thought fired a single bullet directly into Jack’s head. Jack fell back lifelessly and blood soaked the sand beneath him. Jack took one final look at the man who was once his best friend and lay the gun on his lifeless body. At that moment, Alfonso heard a strange noise behind him. He ran through the hole in the wall of Jack’s makeshift shelter and saw Cerberus writhing around on the floor. He ran over to Cerberus.

“Cerberus, what’s happening to you?” Cerberus didn’t answer but continued to have spasms on the ground. His eyes rolled back into his head, and suddenly a loud noise came from deep within his body.

“The Ring!”

Suddenly without warning, Cerberus leapt up and ran off through the gap in the wall. Alfonso quickly picked up his hand cannon and ran through the hole in the wall. He emerged into the deserted landscape and looked out into the distance. He could see Cerberus moving unnaturally quickly towards Mount Boom. Alfonso took a deep breath and followed Cerberus to Mount Boom.

As Alfonso ran off into the distance the seemingly lifeless body of Jack Black suddenly twitched and his fingers began to move...

OOC – So what awaits Alfonso at Mount Boom?
Is Jack Black actually dead? All these questions and more will be answered next time on "The show with no name".

OOC:Yea, that was awesome, I liked how you got tommy in there as well, I was planning to change the lyrics to the ‘Mr.Grinch’ song, but I got bored so just changed to word grinch to flinch.

Dan and Ramirez had just set up camp, not far from mount boom.

“How far away are we now?” asked Dan.

“2 days, as the mustache crawls” said Ramirez “This is were the fate of Supernova will be decided. “ ‘The Flinch’ has returned, so has Cerberus and the Kurgen is gaining power every day.”

“Ramirez…” started Dan “What happened to Tommy when I left the badlands? I mean when I left, 34 years ago, what did he do? Why has he got the confidence to be an outlaw?”

“ I’ll tell you,” said Ramirez “When you left the badlands everything changed. Tommy was actually reviled to be a cannibal, and all that stuff you said, about him living since the dawn of time, about his cocaine addictions and his watch, they all were true.”

“Jesus Christ, I don’t believe it”

“Well believe it. He formed a gang of bandits. He got the best of ‘em. It started out just a small operation; with ‘Death shot’ ya know he’s now called ‘The mustache’. He also got Chris ‘the bullet’ Mullet Hansen on side and the Kurgen along with ‘One shot’ Bildo. They started off just doin’ banks, then they robbed whole towns. Soon, Tommy was the head of all crime in supernova. But old ‘One shot’ he didn’t like what was happenin’. All the stealing and murder just didn’t swing with him.

By 1841 there operation was flawless and it seemed nothing could go wrong for Tommy. He’d just got a girlfriend (OOC: Remember this is a work of fiction, I hope non of you are offended by the suggest of Tommy getting a girlfriend) called Mrs. Badcrumble, she used to be a clarinet teacher before she turned to crime. Together they were set to rule the world but ‘One Shot’ dropped out, with his influence so did the mullet and ‘the moustache’. The Kugen felt the quickening and left, he new you were gaining power so he left to find you. Without these figures of power in his company, his organisation started to crumble. But one guy stayed true to Tommy. Jack Black was his name. Tommy hired him to kill ‘One Shot’ once and for all.

Jack was best friends with ‘One Shots’ son, so it was an easy kill. It was a slow death for ‘One Shot’ and his wife. And not one that should be seen by any eyes. But Alfonso witnessed it all. ‘One Shot’ put up a fight but it no use. Jack challenged him to a duel at high noon. Not a smart move on Jacks part, or so we thought. He and several other men attacked ‘One shot’ and dragged him into a back alley. They took there time with him, made sure he hurt, made sure that he feared the name of ‘The Flich’. And God only knows what they did to his wife. Poor Alfonso saw it all to the end, when Jack ripped out the eyes of ‘One Shot’ and his wife.

The whole thing was blamed on McBirnie. Or ‘Death Shot’ as he was called then. It went to trail but luckily McBirnie wasn’t convicted. He new now that people would be after him so changed his name to K. ‘The Mustache’ McBirnie.

Alfonso was devastated. He swore revenge on Jack, but he’s disappeared. There have been rumors as of late that he is back in the badlands once again, searching for Jack. But I don’t believe them.”

“If they are true I wish to meet this Alfonso guy”.

Soon after this the two fell asleep. Dawn came soon and they were up, riding to Mount Boom.

to be continued...

OOC: I thought id just explain what happened a bit in my story aswell, its kindof like from a different view point and theres a bit more about tommy in there

Just after sunset a man rode in on a horse into frith is smell . With no explanation, no background, nothing about him was known. He came in, all the people looking right at him. A deadly silence went through the town. The man's cool dark eyes stared a hole right through the people he looked at. His hat, keeping the light off his face somehow gave a sense of worry to the people. And his gun, so elegantly placed in its holster by the man's waist.
The man got off his horse and tied it to the fence. His hat sheilding his face as he walked towards the Saloon. He entered...The room went silent. People staring at him...one man stood up. Buxter Marno was his name, an outlaw who had only just come to this town.

Buxter Marno: Hey boy! You think you can just walk in here, trying to worry these good people with your hat, and your little gun. I'l give you a tip, just leave. (the man just stands there). Listen...you don't wanna get yourself killed now do ya. HAHAHA!. (man looks at his feet and then slowly lifts his head to look at Buxter). Hey! Who the hell do you think you are?!
HAHAHAAH! This stupid man wants a shootout! Can you believe that!? Do you know who I am? Im Buxter Marno!

Man:...You damn right you are.

Buxter Marno: He speaks! HAHAHA! Hey Stuppy. Count to 3. After 3 you can try and shoot me. HAAAHAH!

Stuppy: ...1!

Stuppy: ...2! (Buxter Marno's hand is very much by his gun all ready to shoot wheras the Man just stands there with little or no movement with his hands by his sides.)

Stuppy:...3! (BANG!) (Buxter Marno lays helplessly on the ground stuggling to breath. The man just looks right at him). (the whole room is deadly silent in shock)

Stuppy: He's dead.

Man: ......If you come up against me.....don't expect to live. (The man smiles at Stuppy and leaves the saloon)

The man unties his horse and climbs on it.

Man: You see...life means nothing...whereas death...death...means money. (the man smiles and rides his horse out of town)


This man seems to want to right the wrongs of the past. Is he the most dangerous man to ever live. We can only wait and see.

well now that I have no character, whats the point.

well now that I have no character, whats the point.

OOC - I'm sorry Patty i could change it...or u could build some form of ressurection machine i mean hell anything can happen in this thread... :)

Originally Posted by USAV
well now that I have no character, whats the point.

OOC - I'm sorry Patty i could change it...or u could build some form of ressurection machine i mean hell anything can happen in this thread...



I have an idea, i'll biuld a time traveling machine and travel back in time to save you... And I see Maz is back, whats with the change of Heart?

Patriot and minty walked into Gaayy after chasing Hansen through the desert. He now had the cube, he was the guy in the bank who looked so familiar, and Patriot saw him rush inside the local tavern.
" Right you wait here," said Patriot.
" Ok, bring me some whisky on the way out," said minty.
Patriot walked in to the tavern and started at the barman, "where is he?"
" Who?"
" Hansen."
" I'm right here patriot," and now he realised why he didn't recognise him, his mullet had vanished.
Patriot unslung his hand cannon and blasted at Hansen blowing his hand off before he could reach for his weapon. He loomed forward and lowered the gun pointing it at his head,"any last words bitch."
"Yes, I'm your brother."
" What? No that's impossible!"
"We did have the same parents you know."
"Oh yeah, I'd forgotten."
Minty trots in to the tavern, "What's taking so long?"
"You'll never guess it, he's my brother."
" Ha not for much longer," the horse rears up and charges at Hansen headbutting him on the forehead. Hansen stumbles before tumbling over the railings into a barrel of acid.
" And that's the end of that chapter!" said Minty.
" You bastard, you killed him."
" Yeah but I got the cube back, look."
" Good job minty, good job."
" Thanks I try my best."
" Shut up minty,you're a horse."
"Damn right," minty headbutts him in the head.
" Ow my face."
" How you like me now, bitch."

Patriot and minty are now lost in the desert. "We've been here before you know," said the Patriot.
" How can you tell?"
" There's that horse shit you did earlier."
" Wow boy is that a big one."
" Quick someone's coming," said the patriot,"Quick behind that rock."
" Patriot!" shouted Anton, " You killed Hansen before me, now you die!"
" Well actually it wasn't me, it was my horse."
" Yeah well I'm going to end this right now," said Anton, slinging out his gun and shooting Patriot in the leg.
" You're going to pay for that bitch." said minty charging from behind the rock grabbing him around the neck, "NO NOT MY NECK AGAIN! I ONLY JUST GOT IT STITCHED UP!"
The horse pushes down dropping Anton, quite literally, in the shit. " No not my precious eyes, I need those to see with."
" Yeah well now you can see my big horse arse," said minty sitting on his face.
" Slappy happy can't breathe, lights appearing before eyes, breath leaving me slowly and horribly."
" Right that's enough, come minty." said Patriot, " I've just figured out how this cube thing works."

I changed my previous thread slightly so that it is ambiguous as to whether Jack Black is dead or not. So read it Patty and you can carry on with your story. :)

ladies and gentelmen get ready for a story as yet untold.

You've been tokld about the flinch now read about his story his past present and his furture .
the majority of this will be badly wriitten and badly spelt.
so deal with it and enjoy
coming soon on a forum near you

cannibal
drug addict
cool blooded killer
but always 'The Flinch'.

changed my previous thread slightly so that it is ambiguous as to whether Jack Black is dead or not

Hey man, nice re-write, its very kill bill-ish, and also to mr alex we need to write the last chapter when they reach mount boom, and i see Frith is starting his little story dealy, thats got to be good. And Jackson, keep your stuff coming, it awesome.

yes it will be great don't you know it :)

The Flinch


Born Michael Griffin Thomas in a small simple shack in the middle of no where, Michael was a quiet and calculating child to such a degree that he only ever spoke to his parents once when he was 16 as he told them that he had eaten his younger brother and that he would then kill them and leave to seek his fortune in lands afar.

The story of how he killed his brother is one of legend. It begins with a simple incident concerning the possession of one yellow watch which had been in possession of the Thomas family for many years it unlike any other watch had a unusual black hole built into the inside of the watch Michaels younger brother had been gifted the watch in one his father’s drunken rants in which Michael would go into the library as he was afraid to communicate with others much like he will be in school in later years.

Michael had already tasted human blood before as when he was born h already had a full set of teeth and proceeded to deny his mother the use of two hands and many of her toes rendering her cripple minuets after his birth, it was after this incident that the renowned doctor Jonathan (that white stuff is talc) frith began a career in The effects of heavy drugs on birds (this will be expanded on at a later date.

He was soon able to lay a simple trap for his brother, as his brother entered the room after hearing a series of noises that sound like his pet fly being steeped on; he fell into a deep hole in the centre of the room. Michael kept his brother in this hole for three weeks saying nothing to anyone about his sibling’s disappearance.

After a lengthy and extensive police operation it was proved that the Thomas’s son had disappeared (this was gained after a two week stake out of the son’s chair at the dinner table. The chief of police released a statement that read:

“One Sadam Thomas as disappeared we know he is some where but that some where is unknown and there may be other unknown unknowns that we don’t know about, but the unknowns that we known are that he is in a unknown place in a unknown condition and with a unknown chance of survival and with a unknown amount of unknown weapons of a unknown level of destruction.”

(The police chief at this point stops and walks away trying to avoid questions when a English teacher jumps out of the assembled crowd and beats the chief to death with a combination of a revised Tour de force dictionary and a sign saying anthology for ever)

Michael unlike all others knew all and all unknowns but enough of that word as it bores me. He descended into the pit on the night of the full moon and exited one full day afterwards wearing one yellow watch and a fetching bone necklace (this accessorising after killing would become one of his markers and talents.)

In eating his brother he gained the trait that would give him his name, the flinch you see he not only ate his brother’s body but also his soul the physics of which will never be explained. The uses of having two souls meant that he could see things happen before they did in a kind of matrix doge bullets manner it also meant that he was able to increase his strength three fold and any point when being attacked by three friends for example.


These are Michael’s first steps to greatness but many other unusual and generally sick incidents will befall him before the end.

Next time Alcatraz.

Hey man, nice re-write, its very kill bill-ish, and also to mr alex we need to write the last chapter when they reach mount boom, and i see Frith is starting his little story dealy, thats got to be good. And Jackson, keep your stuff coming, it awesome.

Yea we will hav to start writin that but i'll probably just be listenin to my shit music hohohohohoho...and btw are u talkin about jackson's threads or his other "stuff"? hohohohoho....anyhooooooooooooooo :)

I was taking about all jacksons stuff:fluffle: , and dude, dont blame me cause you listen to shit music, hehehehehe ( yea i love ya realy)

By the way does any one know what date matt littlers birthday is?

‘Here it is, last stop before Mount Boom’ panted Ramirez, his appearance had noticeably changed since Dan had first met him. His eyes were now dark, full of brooding thought, of which no one new but Ramirez. His skin grew much paler with every day bringing them closer to mount boom, and his hair was losing all life. Dan had noticed all this, along with the growing frailty of his friend and teacher. ‘Keep your sword and gun visible in this town lad, these aren’t the type of people you want to get involved with.’

‘Whys that?’ inquired Dan.

‘Its run by a group of bandits know as the ‘iron maiden’…nasty bunch…into music as well I’ve heard.’ Ramirez was finding it hard to breath.’Had a run in with them myself once got one of them myself, Paul Di'Anno was his name. They replaced him though Dickinson is his name…’

Dan and Ramirez carried on up the main road of the town, when a group of men burst out the local tavern ‘the number of the mullet’

‘What are you doing in our town ‘Cupping’ Jackson?’ said a man he wore spandex pants in the traditional dress of the NWOBHM.

‘This is my town kid, im bulldozing it to make way for a theatre, there’s a new musical out, cupping Jackson be its name, and named after me don’t you know.’

The man opened his mouth, but instead of speaking began to sing. The rest of the bandits kicked in with instruments. A groovy drum beat same in and then the guitars began. The riff was spine chillingly awesome and would stick with Dan for the rest of his life. Then the man beagan to sing.


‘Jackson came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He cupped our tribes, he cupped our creed
He took our game for his own need

When he got hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But Jackson came too much for me
Oh will we ever be set free?

Riding in gimp suits through barren wastes
Jackson is hard on the plains
Chasing reds goin into to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder freedom a ‘stab’ in the back
Women and children and Jackson’s attack

Run to the hills run for your lives
Run to the hills run for your lives

Jackson blue on the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Leaving the women and cupping the men
The only good indians are tame
Being real kinky and taking their gold
’Enslaving’ the young and destroying the old

Run to the hills run for your lives’


To be continued….

OOC: just thought id kick start the thread, more of this coming tomorrow, must be off though now.