jayseven

3rd Night Connor pulled the sheet back over Pete’s head. Another night, another six bullets – only this time there was a bite mark too. He turned to his notes, and wrote down two names. The clock tower rang for midnight. The bar was surprisingly empty tonight. The chief was sitting beneath a tree, near the horse’s watering hole. ‘Howdy, chief. Listen, can you come with me?’ It was Dirk, the deputy, puffing up his chest to try and remind the bear-sized Indian who was boss. The solemn giant stood, and allowed Dirk to cuff him, and take him to the sheriff’s place. Clark climbed down from his bell, hurrying to answer the pleasant, yet persistent knocking on his door. It was the Doc, who he had asked to come see him, for some advice about voices he was hearing. Tea was drunk, problems discussed, but the Doc had other places to be, and so, he left. Clark felt better for the chat, and turned for his bedroom when the white, wide-brimmed hat spoke to him from the shadows. ‘He’s not here.’ The hat emerged, topping the cream shirt and bleached jeans that leaned above those croc-skinned boots, stamping their way out of the house. Before Clark could react, there was a thunderous clump of a noise that emancipated from the walls. ‘Hello?’ He risked. ‘Fuck.’ The voice snarled, in reply. ‘That was my brother.’ Clark was confused. ‘W-Who are you?’ ‘Ask me again, and six shots says I’m the man who kills you.’ Outside, the horse stood by the water hole, chewing some cud. He had been looking at the clock tower curiously, but now he was patiently staring at the corner of the post office. The pastor rounded said corner, and was taken aback. ‘Oh, my, you startled me, you strange one. It is almost as if you knew I was coming this way. Neigh a chance you have anything to confess, is there?’ The horse stared. ‘Hmm, quite. I didn’t think so.’ He carried on his aimless walk, but the hussy Scarlett was fawning on Moriarty’s balcony. She called out to him. He went inside. Barbar’s place wasn’t completely empty. There were several townsfolk seated at the bar, exchanging tall tales and whimsical stories. At one end, Ernie was hassling Barbar for his angle on the story. Barbar was clearly disinterested, and nodded to the Undertaker to help him out a little. ‘You look like a… hmm… a mahogany man,’ was his opener. A thud turned their faces to see who had also arrived at the bar, and a white hat and croc-skinned boots turned them right back to their drinks. The stranger approached the bar, asked for a drink. Barbar, unstirred and prepared, reached carefully under the counter, and poured the man a drink out of sight. The man took a few sips, and thought something was not right. Before he could start to say anything— ‘You bastard! I don’t trust you. I don’t know you. I bet he’s dead because of you! Bastaard!’ With a charge and a surprising show of strength, Luke had upturned the card table and charged at the man in the croc-skinned boots. With the drink at the front of his mind, the poor man didn’t have time to do anything about the bottle smashing on his head, or slashing at his belly. Clinging to his guts, he went to the ground in tears. Tears not for himself, or for the lost soul of his brother, but for the town that he’d known only for mere days. Maase is Dead. He was The Man In the Croc-Skinned Boots. He was good. Charlie stood up, shh-ing someone, or something besides him. He watched Luke escape the bar not with fear, or anger, but with jealousy. From behind the bar, a small moan was heard. Realising that Barbar wasn’t standing stoically with his glass and cloth, they knew something was wrong. The customers peered over, and saw Barbar grabbing at his throat. Between his fingers, blood still spurted. Elsewhere, down by the river, an old man’s dreams of success did not end, but transcended, with the guiding hand of an old familiar face, whose halo’s looked oddly like a star… The Fish is Dead. He was Wyatt the Prospector. Nobody targeted him, and he targeted nobody. He was good. The doc knocked on the postman's door, which swung open. The postman signalled for him to enter and sit down, as he opened up the latest letter. It read 'I am good.' List of Survivors: 16 left. 9 is the majority. Coolness Bears Cube Dyson Eenuh Ellmeister Gizmo Jonnas Jimbob Lillster maddog Moogle Mr-paul Mundi nintendohnut Not-So-Tiny Zell Day 4 Begins Now

It is indeed very zomg. First season is excellent, but the second season's focus shifts too much.

Been getting a bit more into Carcassone on XBLA. Does anyone fancy a friendly game or three? Give me a bell; jayseven NE is my gamertag

I got to 1: Perfect. I will freely admit to leaving my console on overnight with 4 pads plugged in and utilising the proximity mine glitch in the felicity level :P BUT! I do share the multiplayer sessions of gross addiction that we all have; three of us would grab some sleeping bags, pringles and bottles of coke and worsen our eyesights for weekends on end. I'm sure they'll be correcting some of the glitches, hopefully removing that delay to access the pause menu where you'd continue getting shot. I'm hoping some added easter eggs will be found, besides the cheese. I'm most curious about how they deal with the Halo-led innovation of a minimal weapon set (to deal with minimal button pressing) -- will we still have to scroll through guns, or will we have, maybe, the option to hold down LB or RB to bring up a 'gun wheel'? Still! Nostalgia alone means this is going to sell big time.

I would say, that brand new track is their most poppy one! Shame on yeee! But the mwY track is definitely in my top twelve by them. :P I won't even try to pick a bw or mwY track below! Tracks. Sentimentality drools and stains! So rich, so fatty, they clog my veins! Totally Radd!! - Video Store Stellastarr* - My Coco The Beatles - Yellow Submarine Wolfmother - Joker and the Thief Zeromancer - Need You Like A Drug David Grey - Babylon Lighthouse - Lifted Maximo Park - Going Missing Bright Eyes - No Lies, Just Love Element Eighty - Pancake Land MC Vapour Feat Ali G - Jungle Is Massive (Wicked) Jummy Eat World - For Me This Is Heaven The Used - Poetic Tragedy Hot Hot Heat - Bandages Velvet Acid Christ - Phucking Phreak This band My dad Liked - Some song where they go "shiiiiiir--t!" Over and over. Ok that's enough memoring* now. Memoring: The act of an individual recalling more and more memories about themselves that nobody else gives a shit about.

Big Brother is watching you. Anyway; I haven't seen any yet. Each year I usually try to give the show a go and see if the producers have decided to avoid the psychos. Could anyone give me a rundown of housemates, and what the 'big brother' spin is this year?

Hey dawg! I heard it was yo birthday so I put something inside of something else in order to make you experience the something else while operating the something!

Bah - I got an 18 dewd with 3 skill. Nobody even wants to buy him! Sighs!

*is stunned*

Wes; alcohololo? Solves most of my problems. Or at least puts them off until I pass out.

whinzaphon? Nobody knows how you spell that anyway!

God can commit suicide. But it would also KILL US AAAAAAAALLLLLLLL

No sex just hangovers! I'm getting words together. Sorry, but yes I am an egotistical bastard and want the write-up to be awesome. My friends are leaving their uni homes and returning to their parent's basements, or whatever, so there's stuff to do. SORRY!

HORSE the band are-- THOSE FUCKING BUNNIES! Totally Radd!! win for lyrics, btw. Best Gorillaz song is White Light! I kid.

BECAUSE I'VE BEEN OUT WITH LIFE AND FUN TIMES FOR ALCOHOL PLEASE K THANKS! (it's coming :P)

... lost 3-0 :'( My team didn't do a fucking thing! I am so screwed for the entire season.

Can't help but admire some of those. Genius!

No. It's Terry Pratchett

Charlie: I've asked you for a challenge! Accept for the good of all!

Delighted: The childish feeling experienced during a night-time powercut.

Happy Birthday DuD! Hope you lose all your x11 matches. MWAHAHA!

Nice one flinkatron Good luck with it. I've just been to see a house, and am signing a contract tomorrow. CV re-jigging and reference sorting shall commence. Anyone wanna be a referee?

Had a good day yesterday! After freaking out about organising a 'last meal' for two slightly different 'groups' of friends, the noodle bar went down groovy. I was a little pissed, seeing as I'd had 4 cans and two bottles by this point, so the pub sounded like a good idea. Me and a mate proceeded to have 8 shots in about 5 mins, then we both downed a pint, then I supped on another one while we played darts. I started the throwing very rubbishly, so went outside for a cigarette and got BURNT by a really drunk 55 year old man. It must've been a magical burn, because when it came down to it, I needed a double 5 to win. It went like this; "Oh, what do I need? Double five?" *turns away from board, throws dart, puts hand up for a high-5 without looking* ... *everyone, Dan Dare included, stands in shock and awe at my amazing shot.* Nobody could believe it. It was awesome! Then me and Reggie went to the Corp, spent the entire evening in the smoking area. Met some cool 'brahs', and somehow I got a girl's phone number. Then we all stumbled home. It was good.

Once down the Lagoon we had a bunch of pringles, peanuts and alcohol. We were throwing peanuts into the pringle pots and I said "watch this" and threw a peanut - it hit one pot, broke in two, and each part landed in another pringle pot. It was awesome.

I'm not drunk, I'm just big boned.