Re: [Unity_Games] [SR] GSG 03/29: Gunslinger, Gracias, Gouda Gouda, Gulo Gulo, Goldland, and some non-G games.
- At 12:41 PM 4/1/2005, Phil Alberg wrote:
>GUNSLINGER: Dan, James, Brian, Mark, BobWe played a heavily modified version of the "Thieves Fall Out"
>Mark's been itching to bring this AH classic to the table ever since
>he acquired some gee-nifty mini cowboys and desperados. Early on Dan
>was the prime target, but managed to dance with bullets and avoid any
>serious injury. Then, on his first shot of the game, he turned and
>plunked Bob right between the eyes! I don't know whether "Dead-eye"
>Dan won the game, but Bob was the first player eliminated and thus
>relegated to the kiddie table.
scenario. We each started on the outskirts of the map. In the center of
the map were many sacks of gold and a few weapons (rifles, knifes,
etc.). Each of us started with a Colt 45, but only 6 bullets. Thus the
weapons in the center. We awarded points for gold retrieved and fellow bad
guys killed or wounded. And just for giggles we added an NPC, an old women
attempting to carry off 2 sacks of gold from our pile of loot. Killing her
was not cool though, and netted you negative points. She wandered around
aimlessly for most of the fight.
The gold quickly became an afterthought as events devolved into a nasty
street fight. Bob made the first move by running directly towards James
with his gun blazing away. James turned to greet this hail of bullets with
some return fire of his own, but quickly thought better of it and dashed
off towards the middle, with Bob following.
Meanwhile Dan made a beeline for the pile of loot while Brian at him
the entire way in. Brian set himself up behind a pile of dice, er, rather
an outcropping of rocks and kept on firing. I dashed behind some cover and
threw some lead at Dan also. Somehow the bastard survived and made it to
the weapons and gold. He hurriedly grabbed a Springfield 58' trapdoor
rifle because it packed a powerful punch, but then changed his mind when he
realized it was a single shot rifle that needed to be reloaded after each
shot. His next choice was a Winchester 44, a very nasty weapon itself as
the rest of us were about to discover.
While Dan made off with his rifle to the nearest cover (and Brian still
blazing away at him) James made a dive into the pile of loot at a dead run
with Bob and I not far behind. I fired at close range but just missed his
diving form. While he rummaged around for a gun of his own Bob decided I
was the new target for his insane fury. He fired and missed. I turned to
face my attacker, cocking my gun and aiming carefully. Too late! He fired
again and hit me in the chest, dealing me a near deadly wound. I staggered
about, staggered again, and staggered thrice more until we figured out the
proper staggering rules. In the end the result was me in a heap, but not
Dan finally ended his made dash when he took up position behind some
barrels and brought up his shiny new Winchester 44. His sites descended on
me, but seeing that squirming on the ground in agony he decided the old
crazy man was more of a threat so he leveled the sights on the back of
Bob's head and pulled the trigger. Down went Bob, dead from a single
bullet through the throat.
While Bob's green Vulcan blood spilled onto the desert floor James
grabbed the Springfield rifle and crawled towards cover, away from Dan and
his deadly Winchester. Brian decided he had had enough of Dan and turned
his wrath to an easier target. The old woman meandering on the far side of
the map. He took off in a sprint straight for her, ignoring the bullets
whizzing by, intent upon chasing the old lady down. I collected enough
wits to start to crawl towards the loot and made it there! I spotted a
Winchester carbine, a useful weapon in this kind of fight and reached for it.
Again I was a little slow as Dan aimed carefully and put another bullet
into my chest (that's never gonna heal!). I succumbed to my wounds. On my
tombstone, "Moseying Mark - One Step Too Slow". James reached a pile of
rocks and loaded his rifle. He then leaned out and took aim at Dan. But
yet again Dan was the quicker and hit him in the left shoulder, wounding
him badly. Load, aiming and shooting became a painfully slow process for
James. On top of that he was fading fast from loss of blood.
Brian caught up to the old woman and cruelly, and without an
afterthought, cold cocked her on the back of the head with his pistol. She
fell with a thud and a whimper. He groped around her body (ewwww) for the
sacks of gold and took them from her. His lust for the old woman sated he
again decided Dan was public enemy number one and ran straight for him.
Dan turned to face this new threat and again cooly recocked his
Winchester and took aim at his charging foe. James shakily brought up his
Springfield and tried to get Dan in his sights. He suddenly grimaced in
pain and lost his aim. He cursed and brought up the rifle again, but again
a spasm of agony wracked his body. This time it resulted in a wild
shot. The reloading, recocking and reaiming process started yet
again. Only now everything seemed to swim and fade as he went through the
Dan, now known as The Killing Machine, cooly shot the approaching
Brian. Stopping him and throwing him to the ground. Luckily for Brian the
wound wasn't too bad as luckily it had him in the groin, for him a
non-vital region. He also staggered and fell behind a clump of boulders,
good news all around.
TKM turned his attention back to the woozy James and again cooly
recocked, reaimed and fired. He missed and missed yet again. All the
while James steadied his rifle and tried to aim between Dan's beady
eyes. Brian got off another shot at Dan, just missing him, but again
drawing TKM's wrath. Brian was down to his last bullet in his gun. Yet
TKM had lost a bit of his cool eye as he turned back and forth to shoot at
his attackers. He realized he was in a deadly crossfire. Unfortunately
for him it was too late.
After what seemed an eternity of aiming all three gunfighters fired
simultaneously. When the smoke cleared Dan lay dead, two bullets in his
brain. One between the eyes and one in through the his ear. His final
shot glanced harmlessly off the rocks in front of Brian.
With vengeance his, James passed out. Brian walked over to the gold
and loaded it onto the back of the old woman who had finally regained
consciousness. He made her an honest woman and they lived happily ever
after in nice little homestead somewhere in Nevada. She happily sold her
apples at a farm stand in front of their house while he took random
potshots at customers he thought he recognized from the old days.
James did recover from his wounds only to be killed a few years later
while buying an apple.
>TRAUMFABRIK: Mark, Dan, Brian, JamesTKM swept the floor with us.
>I don't know who won this game. I do know that Bob was itching to
>play, but was trapped with us playing Goldland.
>QUICK SR FROM 3/22: We had 14 gamers in attendence, including Don, whoThere were gamers coming out of the woodwork here! Don, Dan, Steve,
>most of us hadn't seen in about a year. Games played included: Titan:
>the Arena, Diamant, High Society x2, Ra, Vinci, Falche FuFFziger (for
>which I explained *three* rules wrong -- D'oh!), Lost Cities, and a
Bruce, Bill, Brian, Bob, James, Tami, Stephanie, Jeremy, Phil, Zack and
myself. Did I miss anyone?
Thanks for the report Phil. I've been meaning to do a SR on that game
of Gunslinger and thankfully your email inspired me to write it.