The Wild West
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| - | + | '''Status: Naked and in a bar, in the 1870's''' | |
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| + | There's chaos all around you. Burly, drunken men with guns you've only seen in history books are yelling and screaming. Bar stools are being hurled across the room. You see a man with a black mustache break a bottle over some schmuck's head, and then use the broken bottle to try and slice open the guy's neck. Someone draws a gun and shoots, hitting the guy with the mustache in the arm. It looks like it's just a graze, but it distracts him. | ||
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| + | It's like being in a bar fight scene from a John Ford movie. | ||
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| + | You want no part of that, so you dive under a table and curl up into a fetal position. You shut your eyes tightly and wait for things to settle down. | ||
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| + | After a couple of minutes, there's a sudden stillness. You remain under your table, wondering if the fighting is over or whether it's just a momentary lull. | ||
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| + | But when things don't resume after about 30 seconds, you figure the fighting is done. | ||
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| + | "Come on out from under there, miss." | ||
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| + | A tall man with a scar across his jawline reaches a hand down to you. You take it, and he helps you stand up. You look around. There's broken bar stools everywhere and several areas have broken glass on the floor. But no one in the bar appears to be hurt. The man with the black mustache is no longer present. | ||
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| + | A muscular gentleman wearing a white shirt and carrying a deck of cards comes over. "What happened to your clothes, miss?" | ||
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| + | You shrug. "I'm... not sure." | ||
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| + | "Come home with me and I'll get you some," the man with the scar says. | ||
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| + | "Or you could come home with me and I could supply you with clothes," the man wearing the white shirt offers. | ||
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| + | *[[Go with the man with the scar on his jawline]] | ||
| + | *[[Go with the man wearing the white shirt]] | ||
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| + | [[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]] | ||
Revision as of 21:33, 13 November 2017
Status: Naked and in a bar, in the 1870's
There's chaos all around you. Burly, drunken men with guns you've only seen in history books are yelling and screaming. Bar stools are being hurled across the room. You see a man with a black mustache break a bottle over some schmuck's head, and then use the broken bottle to try and slice open the guy's neck. Someone draws a gun and shoots, hitting the guy with the mustache in the arm. It looks like it's just a graze, but it distracts him.
It's like being in a bar fight scene from a John Ford movie.
You want no part of that, so you dive under a table and curl up into a fetal position. You shut your eyes tightly and wait for things to settle down.
After a couple of minutes, there's a sudden stillness. You remain under your table, wondering if the fighting is over or whether it's just a momentary lull.
But when things don't resume after about 30 seconds, you figure the fighting is done.
"Come on out from under there, miss."
A tall man with a scar across his jawline reaches a hand down to you. You take it, and he helps you stand up. You look around. There's broken bar stools everywhere and several areas have broken glass on the floor. But no one in the bar appears to be hurt. The man with the black mustache is no longer present.
A muscular gentleman wearing a white shirt and carrying a deck of cards comes over. "What happened to your clothes, miss?"
You shrug. "I'm... not sure."
"Come home with me and I'll get you some," the man with the scar says.
"Or you could come home with me and I could supply you with clothes," the man wearing the white shirt offers.
