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Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
« Reply #30 on: March 24, 2007, 07:15:00 am »
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  •                 Well, yeah, um, I like you a normal amount, but yeah - very good chapter. Liked that naked lady, not only for the obvious reason, but also how she was putting a show on of how feral they all are for Noel.
     
     Nice exposition of characters at any rate, this actually makes you look forward to the two main (?) meeting soon (?).
     
     
    Grendel Avenged posted:

     I re-read your explanation of how you plot out a story, that kinda sounds like how I do it too.</quote>
     
     Heh, heh, that's what I thought when I read yours. Now I wonder if there's anyone who actually takes the time and plans out the entire story beforehand so as to have everything neat, tidy and logical (that looser, huh).
     
     <quote by="Valoris">
     (something something) cute hamster (something something)

     
     Hamster. I'm this close to hopping on the next plane to Singapore and beating you over the head with a large foam hammer ("foam" is optional). Lancea here, not EPO. No cute hamsters involved whatsoever, do pay attention.
     
     peace                        

     

                                                      

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    Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
    « Reply #31 on: March 24, 2007, 08:27:00 am »
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     Okay. How about a huggable stingray?
     
     Uh...Lancea action figure? *squeaks*
     
                           

     

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    Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
    « Reply #32 on: March 24, 2007, 11:42:00 am »
                    In Reply To #28
     
    Metallica_Vamp posted:

     Mah-velous dah-ling!</quote>
     Gracias.
     
     
    Val posted:

     I LOVE YOU GRENDEL!</quote>
     Well, of course you do. I'm marvelous. *polishes fingernails*
     
     
    Val posted:

     could you give us a slightly more detailed description what Noel looks like?

     Dark brown hair, athletic body. Not very tall. I suck at detailed descriptions of faces and the like, so lets go with a younger version of Linda Hamilton from Terminator 2 as a template. (Why not Linda from Terminator 1, you ask? Well, because she didn't have that special forces 'I'm gonna kick your ass and shoot you with an M16 between the eyes' look back then). Although Noel has a better sense of humor than ol' Sarah Connor.
     
     <quote by="Lanc">
     Liked that naked lady, not only for the obvious reason, but also how she was putting a show on of how feral they all are for Noel.

     Thanks, exibitionists make great characters. I try to put one in all my stories.
     
     

    Nice exposition of characters at any rate, this actually makes you look forward to the two main (?) meeting soon (?).

     Maybe(?) Maybe not(?) grin
     
     Heh, just kidding. Probably.
     
     (?)
     
     

    Heh, heh, that's what I thought when I read yours. Now I wonder if there's anyone who actually takes the time and plans out the entire story beforehand so as to have everything neat, tidy and logical (that loser, huh).

     That's how my English professors wanted me to write, but screw them, that crap falls under the category Work.
     
     <quote by="Val">
     Uh...Lancea action figure?

     Ooh! Ooh! With Movable Sketching Action Arm and Witty Banter Pullstring!
     
     Accessories sold seperately, batteries not included. grin                        

     

                                                      

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    Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
    « Reply #33 on: March 24, 2007, 05:20:00 pm »
                    Hehehe, you guys have the best ideas.
     
     *in scheming villain voice* Lancea action figure... hmmm... millions of little minions? *cackle*
     
     peace
     
     ps. Now I'm really wondering what the f'k kills three werewolves and gets the rest jittery. Freakin' Godzilla? Write faster. grin                        

     

                                                      

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    Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
    « Reply #34 on: March 25, 2007, 12:24:00 am »
                    An idea you have given fer my next dooodle n if at some passing o Janos lucky I bes,worskshop o custom figures!                        

     

                                                      

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    Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
    « Reply #35 on: March 25, 2007, 02:33:00 am »
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     Antidiluvean reawakened? I must be watching too much Underworld. Seriously though...I can't think of what else might be so powerful.                        

     

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    Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
    « Reply #36 on: April 01, 2007, 02:56:00 pm »
                    Chapter 5
     
     Max crept along the wall, eyes glowing, nervously scanning the tunnel for…well he wasn’t sure exactly, but whatever had opened that hole in the fence.
     
     He stopped every few seconds as nervous terror crept over him. It was so silent in the tunnel, as if the walls were absorbing all sound. He’d felt this way in the Warrens sometimes, when he’d get lost or the others decided to screw with him. Max had never liked enclosed spaces. Smiley had threatened him to get Max in the wheel well of the airplane.
     
     Max looked behind him and noticed that he was still in sight of the opening. His hands were trembling a little. He wouldn’t have gone in at all, but dawn was coming and he had no idea where else to go where he’d be safe.
     Get moving, pansy. He told himself.
     
     This part of the mine had concrete supports and flooring. Max kind of hoped the entirety of the mine was like this, but he didn’t have high hopes. The walls were rock, though.
      He continued on. If I can get away from the sun, I‘ll just wait till dark and get out of town. After that, well, he’d just worry about it later.
     
     So far the tunnel had continued to angle down, just one tunnel. However Max soon came to a door off to the side. He checked and it was open, so he peeked in. An old table and cheap, plastic chairs were around it. Nothing else. There was drywall on the walls, Max wondered if they had just propped it up against the stone. An old break room for the miners, perhaps?
     
     He wandered in, automatically feeling for the light switch. It didn’t work, of course, the power was disconnected. He closed the door behind him, nodding. This place might be all the shelter he needed.
     
     He thought about what it was like to work in a mine like this. Probably not unlike living in the warrens, only harder. Probably less boring, though. He imagined the miners coming up here for break, probably trading dirty jokes…or whatever it was miners talked about. Mining?
     
     He remembered a news story about a mine collapsing on  the workers and had to stop thinking.
     
     Close your eyes. He did.
     
     Inhale. He did.
     
     Exhale. He exhaled.
     
     The door opened behind him.
     
     Max let out a scream and dove under the table, smacking his head against the wall. He curled into a ball and shut his eyes, holding his arms up over his head to protect himself.
     
     goawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygo
     
     He heard nothing.
     
     Max gathered up his courage and opened his eyes, ready to bolt for the door. Fuck the tunnel, he’d just get somewhere, anywhere.
     
     Except a figure was standing between him and the door. Max froze.
     
     Nothing’s there. This is just your eyes playing tricks on you. But it wasn’t. Two legs, feet ending in boots. They bent, and the person crouched down, peering under the table. It was a woman, Max realized, not sure what to make of that. Was she a vampire?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hi there.â€? she said to him in a slow, neutral tone. The kind of voice you talked to small children or the mentally challenged in.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hu-Huh-Huh-lo.â€? Max said.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You doing all right under there, buddy?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“…No.â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You wanna come out?â€? she said, coaxing him with her hands.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“…No,â€? Max said, after some careful thought.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, okay,â€? she said, sitting down. He heard her mutter something obscene under her breath.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“My name’s Noel,â€? she said. “You wanna tell me why you‘re down here?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You don’t have to speak to me like I’m a baby, dammit.â€? Max said, regaining some of his composure. He crawled out from under the table, cautiously, keeping his eyes on the woman.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, are you going to stop acting like one?â€? she said.
     Max set his jaw.
     
     Noel’s mouth twitched. “So, why didn’t you obfuscate when I came in the room?â€?
     
     Oh, duh. he thought.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I…heh,â€? Max said. Noel smirked.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I’m not cut out for this crap,â€? Max said, chuckling a little. “Uh, so, why are you here?â€?
     
     Noel raised an eyebrow.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I asked first.â€? she said.
     
     Max crossed his arms and tried to look defiant. Noel crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. Max noticed the handle of a gun sticking out over her shoulder.
     
     Oh, shit, what is this now?
     
     Max uncrossed his arms and looked at the floor. She was obviously a vampire, judging by her lack of screaming at his appearance. But who did she work for?
     
     Oh, hell, I‘m not in a position to argue.
     
     Max told his story, disjointedly, starting with arriving in Rapid. It was shorter than he’d thought, and he kept having to backtrack to fill the woman in on a few points he’d missed.
     
     Noel nodded, thoughtfully. “A lab? I heard the state was trying to install one, but why keep it under wraps? This whole thing doesn’t make sense.â€?
     
     They both sat there in silence for awhile. Max was unsure of what to say, and Noel was staring blankly at the wall, trying to piece it all together. She eventually turned to him.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, c’mon Stinky,â€? she said.  Ã¢â‚¬Å“We’ve got things to do and not a whole lot of time to do it in.â€?
     
     Max was so glad for the company that he didn’t even respond to ‘Stinky’.
     _____________________________________
     
     Twenty minutes later Max scowled at his map, trying to decipher where they were at.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We’re lost.â€? he said.
     
     Noel grabbed the map out of his hands, impatiently. “No, we aren’t. We’re right here.â€? she pointed at a section of tunnel on the map.
     
     Max looked at it dubiously. “Are you sure?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes, now keep moving.â€?
     
     Bitch.
     
     She was right, however, they found the lab at the end of the tunnel. The floors had been turned into dirt, Max saw, to his chagrin.
     
     The “labâ€? was a few tables and plastic cases. They opened the cases and saw microscopes, rock samples and a few other things. Noel found some documents and Max set to reading them.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hmm.â€? he said, after a few minutes.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What?â€? Noel asked. She was examining a piece of equipment with a bored look on her face.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“This isn’t a physics lab.â€? Max said.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Okay. So what is it?â€? Noel asked.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Some of these papers were written by a geologist. Most of them were by a paleontologist.â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“So?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“So they were studying something that used to be alive. These reports mentions…weird animal remains found in a cavern. The mine apparently busted into some caves a while back. And they found some interesting things.â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Like…â€? Noel gestured for him to go on.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Huge rats and other weird animals. Misshapen.â€?
     
     Noel clicked her tongue, thoughtfully. “Where’s this cavern?â€?
     
     Max shuffled through some documents. “Uh, looks like it’s under water right now.â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, the mine gets flooded, but they used to pump it out. Now that it’s abandoned, they stopped pumping water.â€?
     
     She sighed, and picked up a plastic bag from one of the cases. Max watched quizzically as she put two guns, including a wicked-looking shotgun, a cell phone and some sort of radio into the bag. She pushed the air out and sealed it. Max realized what she was doing.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“No.â€? he said.
     
     She looked up at him. “What else are we going to do?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, I don’t know, how about not go swimming in freezing waters in the freaking dark under three freaking miles of mountain-â€?
     
     A scuff cut him off. They both turned, sharply, and saw a man standing in the entrance to the lab area. He squinted at them. He was holding a green glowstick, Max didn’t know how he’d missed the light.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Uh, hi there-â€? Noel started.
     
     The man started to swell, gray fur sprouting and muscles swelling. Max wasn’t sure what he was seeing.
     
     Noel moved, faster than Max’s eye could track. She grabbed Max’s shoulder and pulled him.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Move!â€? she yelled.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What-?â€? he started.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Werewolf.â€? she said.
     
     Max started running.
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     Dusty stepped out of the woods a few miles out of Deadwood and examined the old house in front of him.
     
     It was a large old thing, weathered wood and peeling paint. Loud music, Lynard Skynard by the sound of it, rattled the sides. Every now and again the music would lull and he would hear laughter or voices inside. A row of dusty Harley’s were parked in front. The Brujah’s symbol was spray painted on the door of the house.
     
     At least I know they’re home. Dusty thought.
     
     The Big Bad Nomads were the Hills only group of real Anarchs, and they were only loosely affiliated with the movement. They’d been born out of a biker gang, and tended to keep moving. They didn’t like the cold winters, but always showed up in summer for the Sturgis bike rally.
     
     Dusty tied his long hair back into a pony tail with a bit of shoelace, and lit up a cigarette. Their house was disgusting, and the scents in there would play hell with him if he couldn’t mask it. He clenched his toes in the shoes he was wearing. He hated shoes, they were so uncomfortable. Glancing down at his feet, he noticed some of his toe claws poking out through the worn sneakers.
     
     Shit, now I have to find another pair.
     
     He took a drag off the ember and headed for the door.
     A group of Nomads were on the sagging porch. Cheryl’s ghoul, Belle, leaned against the wall, looking dazed.
     Probably high. She was wearing sewn-on jeans and some sort of leather halter-top. Her eyes were very glazed over. Cheryl liked to load her up on all kinds of junk and pass her around for the rest of the Nomads to snack off of. She was pretty petite, though, so they wore her out fast.
     
     Belle looked up at him, and her eyes focused for a minute. She started to laugh.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Dusty’s here.â€? she said, laughing.
     
     One of the Nomads looked up, startled. He saw Dusty and a huge grin automatically split his face.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hey, Dust-Man,â€? he bellowed. He was a huge old biker, wearing a red bandanna and a torn denim vest. “What can we do for the little woodland creatures tonight?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You can tell us where Cheryl is, fer starters, Jason.â€? Dusty said, blowing smoke out of his mouth as he talked.
     
     Belle pushed away from the wall and tried to head for the door, stumbling into Jason in the process. He pushed her away without even looking at her, and she hit the side of the door. Belle found the opening with her hands and pulled herself in, feeling her way through.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Cheryl? She’s inside, man. This business, or you tryin to get back all that scratch you lost last poker game?â€?
     
     Dusty considered that. “Little of both.â€? he said.
     
     Jason nodded. He continued to watch Dusty with that huge grin on his face, though, not saying anything more. Dusty shrugged, stepped up on the porch and entered the door.
     
     All the Anarchs looked at him as he went in. Dusty stopped and looked around, a little disconcerted. A chorus of “Dustyâ€? went up as he walked in the door. Dusty scowled, wondering what was up.
     
     The Nomads were milling around everywhere, on the couches, in front of the TV and standing around, bullshitting and swapping stories. A large crowd was gathered around the pool table, where a lively tournament was being played.
     
     He saw Belle propped up against Cheryl, talking to her master. Cheryl had already spotted him and gestured him over. She pushed Belle aside and the girl slid down on the wall to the floor. Belle continued to laugh, looking at Dusty.
     
     Cheryl was a big woman, nearly as tall as Dusty, with broad shoulders. Husky. Her hair was shaved around the sides, with some growth on top, dyed bright blonde. She was wearing the same denim vest all the Nomads wore. A huge cigar smoldered between her lips.
     
     Dusty caught a wiff of a familiar scent he couldn’t place, but it went away with a puff of cigarette.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, Dusty,â€? Cheryl said, in her gravelly voice. “I could give you a chance to win yer money back, but I just don’t think we can extend you the credit.â€?
     
     Dusty smiled, showing his fangs. “Don’t need credit, Cheryl, I got just enough green to clean you out. You fuckers‘ll be chasing me out of here in few hours.â€?
     
     Cheryl doubled over in laughter. Dusty scowled, confused. He knew he was funny, but this was ridiculous.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I bet you will, bud,â€? she said, gasping for breath.
     
     There was that scent again. It was familiar, and it didn’t belong here. Dusty dropped his cigarette and tested the air, trying to find it again.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Alright, Dusty, what can we do for you?â€? Cheryl said.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Huh? Oh. Blackeye wants to see where you guys stand.â€? Dusty said, distractedly.
     
     Cheryl’s grin became wider. “Yeah, I see. We were talking about that just tonight, actually.â€?
     
     The scent filled his nose at the same time he heard its matching voice from over by the pool table.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Let me show you boys a trick shot,â€? the voice said.
     
     Fuck me. Dusty thought.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You motherfuckers!â€? Dusty roared and launched himself at Cheryl, claws extended.
     
     An Anarch grabbed him around the waist. Dusty kicked at him, trying to get at Cheryl. One claw scraped her arm, and she back-handed him, hard. Dusty saw spots and started raking the air in front of him. He heard laughter all around him. He kicked at the vamp holding him.
     His claws connected with flesh and he dug in, hearing screams.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Get him off me!â€? Jason yelled.
     
     Another blow across the face, and Dusty was dazed. They got ahold of his arms, and they were stronger than him. Blood trickled onto his forehead.
     
     Dusty’s vision cleared, and he saw the Nomads around the pool table had stepped aside, revealing Burney, lining up a shot.
     
     He looked up, noticing Dusty. “Well, hey there,â€? he said. “Dusty, right? Hell, boy, I didn’t think they’d send you down here for this meetin’. Here, watch this shot.â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“The trick with pool,â€? the Sheriff said, “is to know yer geometry. Just a little. You got to know what all the angles are, and you got to know which way all yer balls are gonna go when you hit ‘em. Gotta predict. Kinda like life that way, if you  ask me. Six-ball, corner pocket.â€?
     
     The sheriff hit the cue ball into the side of the table, where it ricocheted to the opposite side, then up, making a triangle, into the 6-ball. The ball rolled, slowly, teetered on the edge of the corner pocket, and stayed.
     
     Dusty slipped his foot out of his shoe.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Heh,â€? the sheriff said, grinning. “The thing I forgot here, gentlemen, is force. You can master yer geometry to all hell, but it won’t make a damn bit of difference if you don’t hit the ball hard enough.â€?
     
     The sheriff slapped the table at the end of his sentence, and the ball tipped into the pocket.
     
     Dusty’s foot came up and his toe-claws raked against Jason’s neck, who had stepped just a little too close. His arteries opened up and blood sprayed. Jason collapsed into Torpor. Cheryl stepped in and hit Dusty square in the face, hard. He heard his nose break.
     
     Just before blacking out, he heard the sheriff speaking again.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Y’know though, you can hit ‘em too hard, doll.â€? Burney said.                        

     

                                                      

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    Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
    « Reply #37 on: April 02, 2007, 02:14:00 am »
                    Wow! Explosive! I love it, absolutely love it! Can't wait for more!
     
     Hey, didja hear me? I said I can't wait...WHY AM I STILL WAITING? Please! You're killin' me!
     
     P.s.- Very very awesome!                        

     

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    Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
    « Reply #38 on: April 02, 2007, 02:36:00 am »
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     Thanks, but patience, patience, I'm averaging about one new chapter a week, so the next one will be up...someday. Damn this thing is getting long.
     
     You think it's explosive now? Just wait, heh heh (will there be an explosion? Tune in next week (or whenever) to find out!)
     
     Oh, and Dusty:
     
     
     
     Drawn by La at my request back...god, several years ago now. Back when he was calling himself Lancea Sanctum. Dusty was created for the (now defunct) Raven's Call story. Not sure if anyone should read that, since it trailed off and died, leaving all the players and readers hanging. Some nice storylines there, though. Ah, well.                        

     

                                                      

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    Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
    « Reply #39 on: April 02, 2007, 12:54:00 pm »
                    Max is starting to grow on me a lot. I didn't know Nossies could be so endearing.
     
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    Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
    « Reply #40 on: April 02, 2007, 01:09:00 pm »
                    AWESOME JOBBIE BY THE ELATED MASTER!                        

     

                                                      

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    Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
    « Reply #41 on: April 02, 2007, 10:21:00 pm »
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    Valoris posted:

     Max is starting to grow on me a lot. I didn't know Nossies could be so endearing. </quote>
     
     Max is still young, he has yet to develop all the angst, bitterness and vileness to become all...Nosferatu-ey. He's starting to grow on me, too. Weird, considering he was created solely so I could write that speech by Skabb in Chapter 1. He was originally gonna be a super Nos badass vamp, but since all the other characters were badasses (badassi?), I realized I needed something different in a character. Something I wasn't used to. Something new.
     
     I needed a complete wuss.
     
     <quote by="the gostro">AWESOME JOBBIE BY THE ELATED MASTER!

     
     Let me take a stab at this...Appreciations abounding from crazying dog dude obliged muchies!
     
     Ow. I think I pulled something.
     
     Lata, playas                        

     

                                                      

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    Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
    « Reply #42 on: April 09, 2007, 10:47:00 pm »
                    Chapter 6
     
     Noel ran, keeping ahead of Max. She hoped like hell she was heading in the right direction. She kept Max just behind her. As the old saying went, you don’t have to run faster than the bear, just faster than your friend. She could easily outdistance him and leave the Nos for the wolf, but she needed him to tell her what the hell was going on.
     
     Shut up and run, dammit! She thought.
     
     She could hear the wolf behind them. Its ragged breathing,  and growling traveled to her ears as it hunted them. She wondered if it could see in the dark too. Noel doubted it, or it would have had Max by now. It was probably chasing them by smell alone right now.
     
     The tunnels started to split and twist. She picked her turns, hoping she remembered the map right. Homestake was deep, and she didn’t want to be trapped down here with a damn wolf.
     
     She came to a split and couldn’t remember the way. Fuck it, just go right.
     
     A claw grabbed her shoulder. Noel gasped, grabbed the hand and turned, twisting. She lashed out with her fist, sending Max on his ass. He looked at her, shocked.
     
     Noel looked around. No wolf. She peered into the dark, her eyes seeing everything in that orange-red glow. Nothing. She closed them and listened.
     
     Nothing.
     
     Max got to his feet, carefully, trying not to make noise. He scowled at her when he regained his footing. Noel threw her arms out, what was I supposed to do?, she mouthed.
     
     Max gestured to the tunnel on the left. Noel nodded, acquiescing. She let Max lead the way.
     
     The continued on much slower, keeping low, keeping quiet. The tunnel had a slope to it now. Noel wondered how deep they were and shuddered. An entire mountain was on top of them by now. Keep it together, little girl.
     
     The walls of the mine started getting damp, then wet, then slick. They moved even slower now, careful not to slip.
     Eventually they came to water, the tunnel comtinuing down, but submerged. It was time to swim.
     
     Max took out his papers and looked at Noel questioningly.
     
     She nodded, understanding him. She took out the plastic bag with her guns and opened it. He slid the papers in, after giving them another good glance-over.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I think we’re safe, for now.â€? Max said, in a whisper.
     
     A snort behind them, back in the tunnel, the sound of a surprised beast. Then a scrape, and something was sliding.
     The two vampires dove into the water just as the werewolf slid down the ramp, scrambling for control. It hit the surface just behind them.
     
     Noel dove, propelling herself deeper. She risked a glance behind her and saw the wolf, cutting deep strokes with its powerful arms. Noel sped up, using her speed.
     
     She could outdistance it here, maybe.
     
     She heard muffled sound and looked behind her again. The wolf had nearly gotten ahold of Max. The Nosferatu, in an impressive display of strength for his scrawny arms, had gripped the wolf’s left arm in a bear-hug and had his sneakers pushed against its throat, keeping the powerful jaws away from him. He kicked at the beast’s free claw, squirming to avoid it. Their thrashing kept them twisting in the water, slowly turning without control.
     
     I should go. Noel told herself. I should get out of here.
     
     She turned away, not wanting to look.
     
     Fuck, I might need him.
     
     Noel turned back and swam towards them, trying not to think. She let her claws out, her only weapons now, and grabbed ahold of the wolf’s right arm, sinking her claws into its wrist. She felt tendons snap like broken guitar strings and the wolf roared, the sound coming out a gurgle.
     
     She held on for everything she was worth as the beast shook, trying to throw its attackers off. It wrenched desperately on its arms, but it didn’t have leverage and the water impeded its movements.
     
     Then it slowed, movements becoming sluggish, only to flair up again as the wolf fought for freedom. Then it slowed again.
     
     Then it was still.
     
     Noel kept hugging the arm for awhile, eyes closed. She opened them.
     
     The wolf floated, eyes open, dead. Its mouth lay open and slack, and the tongue waved aimlessly in the water.
     
     She unattached herself from its arm, her muscles and tendons stiff as they unlocked. Max was staring at the wolf, then he looked at Noel.
     
     He smiled, showing tiny, crooked teeth and swollen, black gums.
     
     Noel gave him a weary thumbs up.
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     Dusty came awake again in the basement of the Nomad’s house. His thoughts were fuzzy. He’d lost track of time. He knew he’d woke up before, to pain. He had raged.
     
     Something was different. His weight was off. His head seemed heavier, and there was a lump on his back. His eyes were swollen shut.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You could Bond him,â€? came a voice. Cheryl.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“No time, and I don’t need another damn pet.â€? Burnie this time.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, y’ain’t getting anywhere pokin’ at him like this.â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It ain’t about the poking, ya dumb bitch, its about what he does to stop it.â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“He’s…â€? Belle’s voice, somewhere near him.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Watch who you callin a bitch, Cammy, you came to us, remember?â€? Cheryl said.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“He’s awake.â€? Belle said.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You need us more’n we need you, ya fuckin dy…what you say, little girl?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“He’s awake.â€? Belle repeated, slurring her speech. She sounded pleased at the attention.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, I’ll be fucked. How ya doin’, Dusty?â€? Burnie said. “Did ya sleep well?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Took a little nap after that massage you fuckers gave me.â€? Dusty said. “Real relaxin‘, sheriff, thanks.â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Heh heh, glad I could oblige.â€? There was a sharp, numbing pain as the sheriff hit him across the face. Dusty coughed blood.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, looks like we’re gonna have to feed him.â€? Burnie said.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Feed him what?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That little cow of yours good and fucked up?â€?
     
     Dusty smelled flesh right in front of his mouth and he bit, and blood filled his mouth. He heard a sharp intake of breath from Belle. The blood had an odd taste to it, but he couldn’t stop gulping it down.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That tickles,â€? Belle said.
     
     The world swam. Ahh, shit. Tainted blood. Drugs, he wasn’t sure what kind. Some sort of cocktail, knowing Belle. He focused, and tried to heal his wounds. He managed, but his head felt like it was coming off his neck. He tried to reach up to hold it on, but his hands were tied down.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“So this is the big bad Dusty Walking Hawk,â€? Cheryl’s voice. He could smell her rancid breath. “This is the guy that came outta the Rez, huh? Fuck you doin, comin out here and trying to hang with my crew like you’re some hot shit? Fuckin’ prairie niggers.â€?
     
     Dusty mumbled something. Cheryl got right in his face.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Something you wanna say, Pocahontas?â€? she asked.
     
     Dusty bit down on her jaw, drawing blood, sucking it in. He bit hard, and pulled back. Something started hitting him, and he heard screaming. Belle. There was laughter, too. Burnie.
     
     Footsteps thundered down the stairs, and then arms got ahold of his head. Something was forced between his jaws, and they came open, prying his teeth apart. Cheryl came free.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hold him,â€? Cheryl screamed, “Hold his fucking jaws open!â€?
     
     Dusty laughed as well as he could with his jaws pried open. He felt a pressure on his fang, a crunching, and then a cold pain. He screamed a little, but kept laughing. One by one, his other fangs were yanked out.
     
     Dusty tried to keep laughing. Blackness swam at the edges of his vision, then it was dark again.
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     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It’s a ghoul.â€? Max said.
     
     Noel looked at him. “What do you mean?â€?
     
     Max moved his hands, obviously trying to formulate his thoughts.
     
     They were crouching over the bones of what looked like a huge…rat. It looked like it had stood on two legs, though.
     
     There were other fossils strewn around the cavern. They’d found them shortly after coming up out of the water. There were faint, glow-in-the-dark markers leading them to the large, open area they found themselves in now.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Back in the Warrens, some of the other guys were in charge of these big-ass dogs,â€? Max said. “I saw one of them once. Just big fuckers. They said they could do that with rats, too.â€?
     
     Noel considered the thing. “This doesn’t look like a rat, though. I’ve never heard of anything but a Tzimisce being able to do something like this to a ghoul.â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“So what is it?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Dunno.â€?
     
     They continued on into the cavern. They found another creature, caught halfway in the rock. They both looked at each other, not knowing how to explain.
     
     Noel finally stopped walking. She’d seen too much, and her eyes were starting to get heavy. The sun had finally risen.
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What do you want to do?â€? Max asked.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Get the fuck out of here,â€? she said. “Barring that…â€? Noel shrank to the floor.
     
     Max shrugged, and sat down beside her. He was soon gone, too.
     
     Just before Noel closed her eyes, she looked around from her place on the floor.
     
     A den. It looks like a big bear‘s den.
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     The little chipmunk squeezed itself under the door. It looked around the room in swift, birdlike movements. It smelled Danger, but the Voice sounded so sweet. It had called him from outside the big wooden den. The chipmunk couldn't help but follow it.
     
     It skittered down the stairs, smooth, swift, and stopped at the bottom, again scanning the room.
     
     It heard the Voice again, and saw it. At first the little chipmunk froze, and was about to dash away, but the creature with the Voice made a sweet, reassuring noise.
     
     The chipmunk slowly, cautiously came over to the Voice. It looked like the large things that threw him crumbs, but it smelled like Danger.
     
     The voice told him things, and promised him things. It showed him images that were hard for the little chipmunk’s mind to hold. Things had to be shown again and again, before the voice stopped. It promised him crumbs, and sweet things to hoard. The little chipmunk quivered in anticipation.
     
     Then the voice stopped, and its owner slumped a little. The little chipmunk tilted its head. The Voice didn’t breathe. Then, in a flash of tail and sudden, hyperactive speed it was gone.
     
     From behind the stairs, Burnie, struggling to keep his eyes open, saw the chipmunk streak up the stairs. A smile tugged at the corner of his ugly face.
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     The sun rose over the Hills, slowly lighting the streets of Rapid, Deadwood and all the tiny burgs in between. The forest is so thick that its ground is the last to see the light, but it, too succumbs.
     
     The night creatures sleep, the owls in their trees, the Gangrel in the ground, the wolves to their dens. Old Blackeye is the last to sink into the earth, watching the woods, watching over his childer…and thinking about things that only the old dead can think of.
     
     The birds start to sing. The day creatures wake.
     But there is a tension, an atmosphere that no one can place. The birds are fitful, the deer skittish, and the humans walk the streets, anxious without knowing why. They grind their teeth, or smoke another cigarette, no one questioning.
     
     Deep in the woods, something stirs, and all creatures shift uneasily.
                           

     

                                                      

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    Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
    « Reply #43 on: April 14, 2007, 05:36:00 pm »
                    Chapter 7
     
     The sun sank away over the horizon, and the Black Hills drifted into the shadow of the world.
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     Belle awoke, shivering. She was in withdrawal, now, she could feel the nausea’s hold all over her body. She hugged Cheryl’s leg tighter, trying to squeeze the pain out.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Get off,â€? Cheryl muttered, her eyes still closed. She shook her leg and Belle was knocked off the bed.
     
     Belle lay curled on the floor in the fetal position, shivering. She eventually untangled herself, and got wearily to her feet.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Cheryl?â€? she asked her master. “I...I’m hurting real bad, could you let me-â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Get out.â€? Cheryl muttered again, and an empty bottle smashed against the wall near Belle. The ghoul turned and stumbled out the door of room.
     
     Vampires were everywhere in the main living area, strewn on the floor and on furniture. The leaders of the Big Bad Nomads had their own rooms to sleep in, but the other dozen or so camped on the floors during the day. Some of the other ghouls were watching TV or eating in the kitchen. They didn’t notice her.
     
     Belle made her way into the bathroom, looking to see if the other ghouls saw her. She closed the door and turned to the medicine cabinet,  where it crookedly hung on the wall. She froze when she saw Jason in the mirror.
     
     The vampire was sleeping, and the others hadn’t been able to get him up. They had lain him in the bathtub, not knowing what else to do with him. Belle relaxed and opened the medicine cabinet, revealing some random junk and a mouse nest. She reached under one of the shelves for her stash, but all she found was the glue from the tape she had secured it with.
     
     Fuck. Someone had got her stash.
     
     She saw the empty baggie on the counter, duct tape still sticking to it. She picked it up, but it was empty, and somebody had apparently licked it clean. Another wave of nausea rolled over her, and she leaned against the wall, hugging herself.
     
     What she really needed was some blood.
     
     She turned and looked at Jason. Belle chewed an already ragged fingernail, thinking. If she took blood from Jason without his permission, Cheryl would be pissed. Belle remembered what happened to Rodney a couple years back. The ghoul had been caught snacking on a vamp in the middle of the day. Cheryl had tied him to a post in the living room and hadn’t fed him for weeks. Rodney ended up aging, rapidly. He’d started to rot before he died. Cheryl had made the other ghouls clean up the mess and get rid of the body. It was dangerous to feed off different vampires, too, but Cheryl hadn’t fed her in so long.
     
     Belle shivered again. She was hurting really bad. Cheryl was in a pissy mood after that Indian had bit her last night, and there would be no speaking to her for awhile.
     
     Oh, shit, that Indian’s still downstairs!
     
     Belle grinned happily, and started working her way out of the bathroom.
     
     The fat vampire cowboy was in the living room. He glanced at her unconcernedly. He had a cell phone in his hands, dialing a number. Belle kept away from him. They called him a sheriff, and she’d never been comfortable around police. She didn’t know why vampires needed a cop, anyway.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It’s me,â€? the sheriff said into the phone. “I got it all in place on my end. Has that son of a bitch left yet? I don’t know, I can’t reach him. Call him, I want his ass in place right fuckin’ now.â€?
     
     The sheriff turned off the phone and headed out the door.
     
     Belle left the bathroom doorway and headed to the stairs. She clutched the railing on the way down, hoping she didn’t stumble.
     
     When she’d crossed the last step, she looked up blearily and took in Dusty.
     
     Her memories of last night were fuzzy, and seeing him clearly was a little unnerving. He was different.
     
     Dusty’s neck and back had swelled into a hunch. It was covered in spiky fur that ran from his head down his back and over his shoulders, like a mane. His jaw had enlarged and squared-off, too, like a bulldog’s jaw. His nose had flattened on his face. Heavy chains secured him to the chair in which he sat. His head slumped, unconscious. Blood seeped from his mouth where Cheryl had torn out his fangs.
     
     The sight of the blood erased all of Cheryl’s fear of the deformed creature. She reached into her pocket, struggling to fit her fingers in the space, and found her little switchblade. She flicked it open and crossed the room. She kneeled down and poked his arm.
     
     Nothing.
     
     She frowned. His skin hadn’t opened up. She jabbed it, hard. The tip went in a little, but almost no blood came out. She looked up at his face, but he hadn’t moved, hadn’t responded. Belle tested the blade of her knife. It was a little dull, but it should have cut him.
     
     She looked up at his face, at the dried blood on his chin, and the fresher stuff seeping out of his mouth. She licked her lips and looked at his eyes again. No response.
     
     She raised her mouth to his and licked his chin, tasting the barely-dried vitae and closed her mouth around his, trying to suck the blood out.
     
     Pale yellow eyes shot open and a hand closed around her wrist. She pulled back, falling. The fall saved her, Dusty’s jaws snapped shut a hairsbreadth from her throat as she hit the ground. She kicked blindly at his arm, twisting her wrist and pushing back with all her strength, breaking free. His claws raked over her wrist, opening a vein.
     Belle scooted across the floor to the wall, holding her cut wrist, trying to stop the bleeding. She was shivering as her body tried to go into shock.
     
     There was a table with tools and rags on the wall next to her. She reached up and grabbed a rag, and tied it tight around her wrist.
     
     Dusty snarled at her from his chair, straining against his chains.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, fuck off,â€? she told him, feeling braver, but stupid. She concentrated on her wrist, and the bleeding stopped.
     
     She got to her feet, unsteadily, and spied his fangs on the table. They were covered with gore.
     
     She grabbed them and sucked them clean, savoring the sticky remains. Her head began to clear up, and she stopped shivering.
     
     Belle picked up the teeth and held them up in front of Dusty.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You want these, doggy?â€? she said. “You want them, huh? Well you can’t have them. You’ve been a bad doggy.â€?
     
     Dusty snarled. His eyes were empty, like looking at the face of some large predator. she raised her middle finger to him.
     
     Belle returned the fangs to the table. She heard a beeping noise. She looked around, trying to place it. It beeped again. It was above her.
     
     She grabbed a crate from against the wall and stood on it. In the joists of the basement’s ceiling, a brown package had been stuck, with a cell phone attached to it. The phone was beeping. The display on the cell read “searching for signalâ€?.
     
     The package was new, as it wasn’t covered by dust and cobwebs like everything else in the basement. Belle reached out and pushed the antenna in. “signal lostâ€?, the display read. She got down from her perch. I should tell Cheryl about this.
     
     Dusty stopped snarling. She looked and saw him straining to get his face high in the air, sniffing like a dog.
     
     He opened his mouth and a howl escaped, a long, mournful sound so loud it hurt Belle’s ears.
     
     Dusty’s voice cut out. There was silence for a few minutes. Belle heard muffled talking from upstairs.
     
     There was crashing, then, and the house shuddered. Growls and animal snarls came from upstairs, mixed with yelling and screaming. The sounds of fighting erupted. Belle raced for the stairs, and Dusty howled again.
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     The Gangrel had arrived. Belle peeked over the top of the stairs to the sight of an all out battle. The Gangrel, animalistic things with claws and glowing eyes were fighting the Anarchs. The Gangrel raked at the Nomads with their claws, and the Nomads punched and kicked. Some had picked up blunt weapons. There were several dust piles on the floor, the ones who hadn’t been quick to wake up when the monsters burst through the doors and windows.
     
     Belle saw one of the ghouls crawling across the floor, blood spurting from wounds all over his body. A large Nomad, Bear, stepped on the ghoul’s head blindly, crushing his neck. Bear was trying to fight off the three Gangrel who were crawling on him, claws dug into his shoulders and arms, biting and digging into his flesh. Bear went down, and the Gangrel rolled away just as Bear erupted into ash.
     
     There was a smashing noise and Belle’s jaw dropped as a cougar was thrown directly through one wall and against another. It slumped to the floor. Cheryl erupted through the hole she had made, clearing the remaining studs and plaster out of her way with one thick arm. She barreled into a group of fighting vampires and disappeared.
     
     One creature, covered with feathers, rolled into view. A Nomad took a swing at him and he rolled under the arm, turning and reaching its claws to the Nomad’s front and pulling down, sharply. The Nomad’s insides hit the floor before he did. The feathered one fell to all fours and hopped, insect like, around another group. It leapt up to the ceiling and stuck there, upside down, claws dug into the ceiling. It reached down and grabbed a distracted Anarch by the head, cutting his throat with one thin black claw.
     
     Cheryl came into view again, another cougar on her back, a vampire in her hands. She tossed the one she was holding like a rag doll, and then propelled herself backwards into the wall, smashing the cat against it.
     
     There was a lull in the fight then, as the Nomads found themselves on one side of the room, the Blackeye on the other. The younger vampires gasped for breath they no longer needed.
     
     Belle heard footsteps on the porch outside. The other vampires heard them too. The door opened and an old Indian in a cowboy hat stepped through the door, casually. He looked around the room, taking it all in. The Gangrel all grinned at him.
     
     Belle looked at her master and saw tears of frustration running down her cheeks. Belle suddenly became very scared.
     
     The old one took off his hat and ran fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp. He replaced the hat and walked right up to Cheryl. The other Anarchs crowded behind their leader, shying away from the old man.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Momma wolf goes mad, but her pups still follow her,â€? the old man said, looking at the Nomads.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I ain’t nobody’s momma,â€? Cheryl said.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Go get Dusty,â€? the man said over his shoulder. Several Gangrel moved to obey him. Belle moved away from the stairs and huddled in the corner. They ignored her.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I offered you a haven,â€? the man told Cheryl. “I offered you the help of my pack. Old Owl was a foolish owl that day. I smell the stink of the Sheriff in this place as well. What did they offer you?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Fuck you, old man,â€? Cheryl said, spitting. “You didn’t give us shit when we came through. You just told us what to do just like every other motherfuckin’ old-timer we’ve come across.â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Cubs got to leave the den, but he should never ignore what he learned there.â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh fuck you with that medicine man bullshit, Blackeye. After I take you out, I’m gonna run the Hills.â€?
     
     Blackeye’s hand shot out, a blur that Belle couldn’t track, and Cheryl turned into ash. Belle heard screaming, not realizing it was coming from her. She launched herself at the vampire, her switchblade in hand, It broke on his skin, and something grabbed her from behind. She felt her head twist, and heard a crack, and felt a numbness that enveloped her head. Her vision went black.
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     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Where the fuck were you a few minutes ago?â€? Burney growled into his phone.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I was in a bad spot, I couldn’t see the house,â€? the other line said.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, are you done fucking around now?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I am in a good position now, yes. Why haven’t you made the call?â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Something’s wrong with the fucking phone. Be ready.â€?
     Burney hit the “endâ€? button and redialed the same number he’d been dialing for the last few minutes. The call timed out again.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Fuckin’ cell phones.â€? Burney muttered.
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     Blackeye looked at the body of the little ghoul who had attacked him. Such a small thing. Owl Feather stood over his kill, seeing if she was dead.
     
     The rest of the Big Bad Nomads were dust. Blackeye made his way to the stairs. In the basement, the other Gangrel were trying to talk Dusty down. Blackeye sighed inwardly when he saw him. Dusty had been tortured, and had turned into a monster as his beast had tried to escape.
     
     They had unlocked his chains, and now Dusty snarled and slashed at them, keeping them all out of arm’s reach from him.
     
     Blackeye stepped towards him, and the others fell back. Dusty, sensing Blackeye’s power, shrank back like a dog, snarling.
     
     Blackeye reached out with his power and took Dusty’s beast. Dusty stopped growling. His eyes glazed over, like the rattlesnake Blackeye had shown the girl, Noel. The new beast raged within Blackeye, fighting for control. It was a wild, powerful thing. Blackeye closed his eyes as his own beast fought it for control. It was a short battle. He opened his eyes.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We leave this place now,â€? he told the others.
     
     In the ceiling, on the package, the phone’s screen lit up, and a single signal bar appeared.
     
     A few miles away, Burney dialed the number again.
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     The sniper with the humongous rifle spotted the old one, Blackeye, as he stepped out of the house. He set his crosshairs on Blackeye’s head and squeezed the trigger, the gun thundered.
     
     The house exploded in the same moment, sending debris and flame out. Several of the Gangrel were caught in the explosion and died instantly. Several more saw the flame and streaked away, into the woods.
     
     Distracted by the unexpected explosion, he never saw the bullet hit his target. The light of the burning house hurt his night vision, he scoped around, but saw no body, only smoke.
     
     The sniper lifted his head from his rifle. He got up and left, for better or worse, his job was done for now.
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     Burney watched the explosion through his binoculars. He dialed the number of the sniper.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Did you get him?â€? Burney asked the phone.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I had him directly in my scope.â€? he said.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“God damn it, did you see him die!â€? Burney yelled.
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“...no.â€?
     
     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Then he ain’t fuckin’ dead.â€? Burney smashed the phone with his hand and climbed into his truck. Time to go.
                           

     

                                                      

    Offline [archive] Grendel8101

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    Re: Dead and Damned in Deadwood
    « Reply #44 on: April 28, 2007, 01:46:00 pm »
                    If anybody's still reading this, could you give me a shout, because otherwise I'm not going to continue.                        

     

                                                      

     

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