Friday, May 6, 2011

//Log Date: 2281-10-21 14:07//

<<Unidentified Female>> --ure didn’t take their time, did they?

<<UserID:Webb>> Which way are they coming?
<<Unidentified Male>> How many are there?
<<Unidentified Female>> Southwest, through the bighorner pens, and--
<<UserID:Webb>> Damn it!
<<Unidentified Female>> --there’s about half a dozen, including Cobb.
<<UserID:Webb>> Those barricades are facing the wrong way, now. Did Easy Pete come through with the dynamite?
<<Unidentified Female>> Not sure. Come ON, we’ve got to get down there.
<<Unidentified Male>> Lead the way, Smiles.
*Sound of running feet and a dog growling.*
<<UserID:Webb>> Trudy! You all okay?
<<Unidentified Female>> Well! Nice of you to join us, Doctor. I see you brought Mr. Ringo as well. Some friends you’ve invited into town, Mr. Ringo.
<<Unidentified Male>> They ain’t my friends, and you know it.
<<Unidentified Female>> Whatever they are, they certainly--
*Distant bellowing and roaring, accompanied by a steady rumbling.*
<<Unidentified Male>> What the hell is that?
<<Unidentified Female>> Oh, god. Oh, god! They’re stampeding the bighorners towards us!
<<Unidentified Female>> *Expletive Deleted*
<<UserID:Webb>> Don’t just stand there! Shoot the--
*A loud boom.*
<<Unidentified Male>> *Expletive Deleted*
<<UserID:Webb>> *Expletive Deleted*
<<Unidentified Female>> Guess Easy Pete DID find that dynamite, after all.
<<UserID:Webb>> That explosion turned the stampede right back into them! Come on, while they’re trying not to get trampled!
*Sounds of gunfire, shouts, and continued rumbling until the recording abruptly cuts out.*
//Recording Ends//

1 comment:

  1. Photos look great! Looking forward to your next installment. Oh, and if you happen to find yourself in Sloan, say hi to Snuggles!


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