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2020-04-26T07:21:46Z

Otto:

[[File:Blerg.jpg|400px|right|link=https://infictive.com/Infictive:About|'cuz that's what I do, man!]]

This is the <strong>Great Infictive Research Wiki</strong> (and World Famous Chop House), host to the Infictive Research Associates network — a space that is part [[laboratory]], part [[recording studio]], part [[mastermind session]], part [[:Category:Cut ups|cut-up]], part [[garbage dump]].

Bland looking? Maybe! but easy to use and easier to get lost in. Moving parts and fluid pumps may pose traffic dangers. These things won't be an exact science; [[Special:RecentChanges|keeping informed may help]].

If you're navigating or [[Infictive:Authoring|narrating]] on this wiki, you'll have to find your own way about mostly. If you're a new research associate, and [[you]] still need narrative credentials, you'll have to contact the department head. Accounts are marked if they become inactive, and will be subject to termination.

Our top researcher, [[User:MysteryX|Mystery X]], is usually around if you're looking for a shoulder to peek over. Please do not disturb [[User:Tobor|Tobor]].

Yes, we are aware of the [[Good_Meat_makes_its_own_gravy|often brilliant and meaningful errors in spelling and grammar]] made through out these pages by varying authors. Thank you for your concern, and feel free to edit anything you like, filled with the understanding that [[Agents_of_Chaos|you're just as liable to be edited]], and are marring some beauty that you are unable to perceive. [[We are all in the web of the Spider God|All in the web of the Spider]]. Keep an eye out for the codes to activate [[Device No. 163]].

Beyond that, keep in mind that the story never quite ends...

<div style="clear:both; text-align: right; font-size: x-small;">...and you'll probably die along the way [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVoPG9HtYF8 a few times].</div>

Groovy forehead

2020-04-26T07:19:07Z

Otto: Created page with "she reaches accross the hood of the car to retrive wet spongy piecies of the man she loved..."

she reaches accross the hood of the car to retrive wet spongy piecies of the man she loved...

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2020-04-26T07:18:22Z

Otto:

[[File:Blerg.jpg|400px|right|link=https://infictive.com/Infictive:About|'cuz that's what I do, man!]]

This is the <strong>Great Infictive Research Wiki</strong> (and World Famous Chop House), host to the Infictive Research Associates network — a space that is part [[laboratory]], part [[recording studio]], part [[mastermind session]], part [[:Category:Cut ups|cut-up]], part [[garbage dump]].

Bland looking? Maybe! but easy to use and easier to get lost in. Moving parts and fluid pumps may pose traffic dangers. These things won't be an exact science; [[Special:RecentChanges|keeping informed may help]].

If you're navigating or [[Infictive:Authoring|narrating]] on this wiki, you'll have to find your own way about mostly. If you're a new research associate, and [[you]] still need narrative credentials, you'll have to contact the department head. Accounts are marked if they become inactive, and will be subject to termination.

Our top researcher, [[User:MysteryX|Mystery X]], is usually around if you're looking for a shoulder to peek over. Please do not disturb [[User:Tobor|Tobor]].

Yes, we are aware of the [[Good_Meat_makes_its_own_gravy|often brilliant and meaningful errors in spelling and grammar]] made through out these pages by varying authors. Thank you for your concern, and feel free to edit anything you like, filled with the understanding that [[Agents_of_Chaos|you're just as liable to be edited]], and are marring some beauty that you are unable to perceive. [[We are all in the web of the Spider God|All in the web of the Spider]]. Keep an eye out for the codes to activate [[Device No. 163]].

Beyond that, keep in mind that the story never quite ends...

As Dylan shows signs of fatigue, Lennon urges him to get a grip on himself: "Do you suffer from sore eyes, [[groovy forehead]], or curly hair? Take Zimdawn!...Come, come, boy, it's only a film. Pull yourself together."

<div style="clear:both; text-align: right; font-size: x-small;">...and you'll probably die along the way [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVoPG9HtYF8 a few times].</div>

Shutting down time lines for your onw benefit

2020-04-01T09:14:20Z

Otto: Created page with "sabotage your own efforts to narroate. its terrible. your try to blame Simpson if you can navigate your fingers carefuly..."

sabotage your own efforts to narroate.

its terrible.

your try to blame Simpson if you can navigate your fingers carefuly...

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2020-03-31T12:21:15Z

Otto:

[[File:Blerg.jpg|400px|right|link=https://infictive.com/Infictive:About|'cuz that's what I do, man!]]

This is the <strong>Great Infictive Research Wiki</strong> (and World Famous Chop House), host to the Infictive Research Associates network — a space that is part [[laboratory]], part [[recording studio]], part [[mastermind session]], part [[:Category:Cut ups|cut-up]], part [[garbage dump]].

Bland looking? Maybe! but easy to use and easier to get lost in. Moving parts and fluid pumps may pose traffic dangers. These things won't be an exact science; [[Special:RecentChanges|keeping informed may help]].

If you're navigating or [[Infictive:Authoring|narrating]] on this wiki, you'll have to find your own way about mostly. If you're a new research associate, and [[you]] still need narrative credentials, you'll have to contact the department head. Accounts are marked if they become inactive, and will be subject to termination.

Our top researcher, [[User:MysteryX|Mystery X]], is usually around if you're looking for a shoulder to peek over. Please do not disturb [[User:Tobor|Tobor]].

Yes, we are aware of the [[Good_Meat_makes_its_own_gravy|often brilliant and meaningful errors in spelling and grammar]] made through out these pages by varying authors. Thank you for your concern, and feel free to edit anything you like, filled with the understanding that [[Agents_of_Chaos|you're just as liable to be edited]], and are marring some beauty that you are unable to perceive. [[We are all in the web of the Spider God|All in the web of the Spider]]. Keep an eye out for the codes to activate [[Device No. 163]].

Beyond that, keep in mind that the story never quite ends...

As Dylan shows signs of fatigue, Lennon urges him to get a grip on himself: "Do you suffer from sore eyes, groovy forehead, or curly hair? Take Zimdawn!...Come, come, boy, it's only a film. Pull yourself together."

<div style="clear:both; text-align: right; font-size: x-small;">...and you'll probably die along the way [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVoPG9HtYF8 a few times].</div>

The China Virus

2020-03-31T12:13:13Z

Otto:

The command is given, "Rig for Red" and they prepare the submarine for silent running. The brand new Virginia Class sub from Block V speeds along, deep in the South China Sea on a direct path to San Francisco.

Cleopatra Wong is resting in the infirmary recovering from the rough treatment during captivity.

Detective Wong is in San Francisco in the 1940's uncovering the use of radio broadcasts to create disinformation that is then used as an alibi.<ref>[https://youtu.be/fhOX2mucY6o 0:42 / 1:06:19
Mr. Wong The Fatal Hour (1940) BORIS KARLOFF], additional text.</ref>

There is a image on the wall in the office of the gangster manager of the Club Neptune of two figures.

This image bleeds into the present time or the recent past now, with Cleopatra Wong in a desperate martial arts fight. We are not sure exactly who she is fighting.

[[File:Screen Shot 03-28-20 at 01.17 AM.PNG|thumb|]]

The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu

By Sax Rohmer

"You have presumed," continued Fu-Manchu, "to meddle with a world-change. Poor spiders—caught in the wheels of the inevitable! You have linked my name with the futility of the Young China Movement—the name of Fu-Manchu! Mr. Smith, you are an incompetent meddler—I despise you! Dr. Petrie, you are a fool—I am sorry for you!"

He rested one bony hand on his hip, narrowing the long eyes as he looked down on us. The purposeful cruelty of the man was inherent; it was entirely untheatrical. Still Smith remained silent.

"So I am determined to remove you from the scene of your blunders!" added Fu-Manchu.

"Opium will very shortly do the same for you!" I rapped at him savagely.

Without emotion he turned the narrowed eyes upon me.

"That is a matter of opinion, Doctor," he said. "You may have lacked the opportunities which have been mine for studying that subject—and in any event I shall not be privileged to enjoy your advice in the future."

"You will not long outlive me," I replied. "And our deaths will not profit you, incidentally; because—" Smith's foot touched mine.

"Because?" inquired Fu-Manchu softly.

"Ah! Mr. Smith is so prudent! He is thinking that I have FILES!" He pronounced the word in a way that made me shudder. "Mr. Smith has seen a WIRE JACKET! Have you ever seen a wire jacket? As a surgeon its functions would interest you!"

I stifled a cry that rose to my lips; for, with a shrill whistling sound, a small shape came bounding into the dimly lit vault, then shot upward. A marmoset landed on the shoulder of Dr. Fu-Manchu and peered grotesquely into the dreadful yellow face. The Doctor raised his bony hand and fondled the little creature, crooning to it.

"One of my pets, Mr. Smith," he said, suddenly opening his eyes fully so that they blazed like green lamps. "I have others, equally useful. My scorpions—have you met my scorpions? No? My pythons and hamadryads? Then there are my fungi and my tiny allies, the bacilli. I have a collection in my laboratory quite unique. Have you ever visited Molokai, the leper island, Doctor? No? But Mr. Nayland Smith will be familiar with the asylum at Rangoon! And we must not forget my black spiders, with their diamond eyes—my spiders, that sit in the dark and watch—then leap!"

He raised his lean hands, so that the sleeve of the robe fell back to the elbow, and the ape dropped, chattering, to the floor and ran from the cellar.

"O God of Cathay!" he cried, "by what death shall these die—these miserable ones who would bind thine Empire, which is boundless!"

Like some priest of Tezcat he stood, his eyes upraised to the roof, his lean body quivering—a sight to shock the most unimpressionable mind.

"He is mad!" I whispered to Smith. "God help us, the man is a dangerous homicidal maniac!"

Nayland Smith's tanned face was very drawn, but he shook his head grimly.

"Dangerous, yes, I agree," he muttered; "his existence is a danger to the entire white race which, now, we are powerless to avert."

This is all I know...

The China Virus

2020-03-28T15:45:14Z

Otto:

The China Virus

2020-03-28T14:01:13Z

Otto:

File:Screen Shot 03-28-20 at 01.17 AM.PNG

2020-03-28T14:00:13Z

Otto:

The China Virus

2020-03-28T13:57:46Z

Otto:

The China Virus

2020-03-28T13:54:09Z

Otto: Created page with "The command is given, "Rig for Red" and they prepare the submarine for silent running. The brand new Virginia Class sub from Block V speeds along, deep in the South China Sea..."

Skirmish in The Bug Maze

2018-10-08T22:18:10Z

Otto: Created page with "CARD HERE: 2 of DIAMONDS 10.5.2018 Trash bag is full to near overflowing. It must be over nine days old. Seeded with raw chicken bits of fat and scruff you don't bread up to..."

CARD HERE: 2 of DIAMONDS 10.5.2018

Trash bag is full to near overflowing. It must be over nine days old. Seeded with raw chicken bits of fat and scruff you don't bread up to fry.

It's been done a thousand times without effect.

The Bug ShaGug, tho...

You can feel it like a timid but fetid electric breeze that sings of curses...

Seething anger at the edged of neglect, ohhh the anger endendered somewhere by the neglect. That malignant energy.

It takes person in the customer. Not just any customer but HE WHOSE NAME is nameless, yet we find him in inflictive county or a paralleled in him. in Sheriff Jim Van Mile. This sheriff gets banned from our little hive and does not get his materials.

Plate of food being dumped into the over flowing trash. Drawn back we recoil at the sight of maggots wriggling on the plate.

DId the come from the plate? Did we scoop them up from the trash? In that second we dont know, nor do we know now.

It happens. One just closes the bag and takes the maggots outside into the trash.

The Bug ShaGug, tho...

Maggots have escaped the bag and are found radiating out in all directions. Their little white bodies moving quite quickly.

Call out the troops. We start to move stuff and sweep out the white worm.

Tons of PUPAE.

A few fat lazy flies mixed into soiled papertowels and plastic tubs fallen into the void behind the counter.

This has all been going on longer than we can imagine. The advanced state of their evolution is almost nauseating.

IF NOT FOR

OR IN SPITE OF

a few straggling spiders who must serve this
FAT SPIDER

So fat and happy. it radiated the most coherent spider ray to my mind in a split second. I heard it. I was blessed by it. I did not disturb the spiders tangle and swept up all around it.

This happy victory was somewhat marred a few days later when a whole squad of flies somehow managed the metamorphses.

In the most disgusting act the maggots had taken refuge in the box of trash bags next to the garbage. They were not detected during the sweep and managed to survive. Foul fat flies nauseating me for two days show the power of angst that neglect, as the despondency is impregnated by agitation of hatred.

# [[Category:The Bug Maze]]

Tira Canyon

2017-10-23T06:53:09Z

Otto:

9/29/17
Sheriff Jim rides through the valley looking for signs of trouble. Everything seems quiet. A hawk from a nearby peak flies over and rests on a cactus, eyes the sheriff curiously.
[[File:Tira1.JPG|thumb|left]]
[[File:Tira5.JPG|thumb|right]]

<mp3>Tira CANYON.mp3|download</mp3> Tira CANYON

10/03/2017
Sheriff Jim rides early, scanning the dawn for any signs of the bandits escape. The valley is rugged and broken and even from his ridge he cannot see very far. "They cannot get very far carrying those heavy safes. I know they have not had the time to drill them out.", he growls lowly and squints his eyes.
[[File:Tira6.JPG|thumb|center]]

He has been just a few hours behind them for two days. He is close now since Flatfoot Pete can't make too much progress in these badlands, nor can he travel at night. In fact, he has been picking his way through the valley since before dawn, forcing his way along the broken trail. The pack horse is worse for the wear. Looking back as the dawn illumines the ridge line he sees the silhouette of the sheriff. Pete scoots his horse to take full cover in the shade. "I ain't gonna get much further with this sheriff on my trail." Pete thinks to himself eyeing the weakening pack horse. "If I do this right, I can take care of that varmint and get a fresher horse, to boot." Flatfoot Pete ties the pack horse to his horse and gives it a hard slap on the rump. "I will catch up with you later." Pete start to climb up the steep cliff face and takes a spot where he can see the trail.
[[File:Tira2.JPG|thumb|center]]
10/10/17
Pete holds the rifle stock to his shoulder gazing down the barrel at Sheriff Jim as he rides through the narrow gap.
[[File:Tira3.JPG|thumb|center]]

Pete squeezes the trigger and watches Sheriff Jim fall from his horse. Jim feels a burning pain in his shoulder push him from his horse. Autonomically, Sheriff Jim tightens his core and rolls quickly behind a rock, gun in hand. Jim scans the ridge for any sign of this attacker; Flatfoot Pete curses under his breath as he sits against the rick. Pete turns and takes a quick peek, but the sheriff is not in sight he can't get a clean shot. Sheriff Jim wants to escape this kill box he finds himself in.

[[File:Tira4.JPG|thumb|center]]

10/11/2017
Crouched behind the rock, bleeding out his shoulder, Sheriff Jim scans the ridge line with the sights of his revolver. There is no sign of movement or of the shooter. "maybe he has moved along?", he thinks to himself, "just as likely waiting for me to move."
"That is correct, Sheriff." Flatfoot Pete says aloud to himself picking up the sheriffs thoughts rising on the heatwaves from the burning sands. Sheriff Jim takes a deep breath centering himself and lets his energy run to ground. His wound stops bleeding but begins to ache. He is not happy being pined down."Can I draw him out without getting myself killed?", Jim puzzles while resting in his light trance.

10/12/2017
Flatfoot Pete fires a hasty shot at the sheriffs head. Lead buries it self into the sandstone above where the sheriff is taking cover. Sheriff Jim sees the powder smoke up on the ridge in a cleft in the rock. Pete squeezes off a shot as the sheriff ducks behind a rock. The shot misses as does Sheriff Jim's quick return shot. Flatfoot Pete drills two more shots into the sandstone where Sheriff Jim is taking cover. Sheriff Jim scans the ridge with the sights of his revolver. He sees a slight shift in the shadow and fires off a shot. Damed if it don't graze the rock line kicking lead and rock into Flatfoots face; shaking him with anger more than injuring him. Pete squints through the blood and dust in his eyes and fires off two more shots that just kick up dust. Sheriff Jim lobs three bullets in a row up the ridge without effect. Wiping his face Flatfoot Pete reloads his rifle and concentrates his attention on the barrel at the outcropping of rock. Pete takes his hat off and waves it above his head in an attempt to make a shadow the sheriff can see. Sheriff Jim leans out to take a look. Pete squeezes the trigger, misses. Sheriff returns fire and misses. Pete stands and fires. Bullets wiz by his head but his is given a clear shot. Sheriff Jim reels back, his shoulder burning in pain. He fires back wildly but misses Pete by a mile. The front of his shoulder is bleeding now and his left arm is nearly useless.

10/13/17
Sheriff Jim fires a shot and hits Flatfoot Pete.

[[Category: Lego Westerns]]

Tira Canyon

2017-10-21T02:03:15Z

Otto:

9/29/17
Sheriff Jim rides through the valley looking for signs of trouble. Everything seems quiet. A hawk from a nearby peak flies over and rests on a cactus, eyes the sheriff curiously.
[[File:Tira1.JPG|thumb|left]]
[[File:Tira5.JPG|thumb|right]]

10/03/2017
Sheriff Jim rides early, scanning the dawn for any signs of the bandits escape. The valley is rugged and broken and even from his ridge he cannot see very far. "They cannot get very far carrying those heavy safes. I know they have not had the time to drill them out.", he growls lowly and squints his eyes.
[[File:Tira6.JPG|thumb|center]]

He has been just a few hours behind them for two days. He is close now since Flatfoot Pete can't make too much progress in these badlands, nor can he travel at night. In fact, he has been picking his way through the valley since before dawn, forcing his way along the broken trail. The pack horse is worse for the wear. Looking back as the dawn illumines the ridge line he sees the silhouette of the sheriff. Pete scoots his horse to take full cover in the shade. "I ain't gonna get much further with this sheriff on my trail." Pete thinks to himself eyeing the weakening pack horse. "If I do this right, I can take care of that varmint and get a fresher horse, to boot." Flatfoot Pete ties the pack horse to his horse and gives it a hard slap on the rump. "I will catch up with you later." Pete start to climb up the steep cliff face and takes a spot where he can see the trail.
[[File:Tira2.JPG|thumb|center]]
10/10/17
Pete holds the rifle stock to his shoulder gazing down the barrel at Sheriff Jim as he rides through the narrow gap.
[[File:Tira3.JPG|thumb|center]]

Pete squeezes the trigger and watches Sheriff Jim fall from his horse. Jim feels a burning pain in his shoulder push him from his horse. Autonomically, Sheriff Jim tightens his core and rolls quickly behind a rock, gun in hand. Jim scans the ridge for any sign of this attacker; Flatfoot Pete curses under his breath as he sits against the rick. Pete turns and takes a quick peek, but the sheriff is not in sight he can't get a clean shot. Sheriff Jim wants to escape this kill box he finds himself in.

[[File:Tira4.JPG|thumb|center]]

10/11/2017
Crouched behind the rock, bleeding out his shoulder, Sheriff Jim scans the ridge line with the sights of his revolver. There is no sign of movement or of the shooter. "maybe he has moved along?", he thinks to himself, "just as likely waiting for me to move."
"That is correct, Sheriff." Flatfoot Pete says aloud to himself picking up the sheriffs thoughts rising on the heatwaves from the burning sands. Sheriff Jim takes a deep breath centering himself and lets his energy run to ground. He wound stops bleeding but begins to ache. He is not happy being pined down."Can I draw him out without getting myself killed?", Jim puzzles while resting in his light trance.

10/12/2017
Flatfoot Pete fires a hasty shot at the sheriffs head. Lead buries it self into the sandstone above where the sheriff is taking cover. Sheriff Jim sees the powder smoke up on the ridge in a cleft in the rock. Pete squeezes off a shot as the sheriff ducks behind a rock. The shot misses as does Sheriff Jim's quick return shot. Flatfoot Pete drills two more shots into the sandstone where Sheriff Jim is taking cover. Sheriff Jim scans the ridge with the sights of his revolver. He sees a slight shift in the shadow and fires off a shot. Damed if it don't graze the rock line kicking lead and rock into Flatfoots face; shaking him with anger more than injuring him. Pete squints through the blood and dust in his eyes and fires off tow more shots that just kick up dust. Sheriff Jim lobs three bullets in a row up the ridge without effect. Wiping his face Flatfoot Pete reloads his rifle and concentrates his attention on the barrel at the outcropping of rock. Pete takes his hat off and waves it above his head in an attempt to make a shadow the sheriff can see. Sheriff Jim leans out to take a look. Pete squeezes the trigger, misses. Sheriff returns fire and misses. Pete stands and fires. Bullets wiz by his head but his is given a clear shot. Sheriff Jim reels back, his shoulder burning in pain. He fires back wildly but misses Pete by a mile. The front of his shoulder is bleeding now and his left arm is nearly useless.

10/13/17
Sheriff Jim firs a shot and hits Flatfoot Pete.

[[Category: Lego Westerns]]

Tira Canyon

2017-10-21T02:02:30Z

Otto:

9/29/17
Sheriff Jim rides through the valley looking for signs of trouble. Everything seems quiet. A hawk from a nearby peak flies over and rests on a cactus, eyes the sheriff curiously.
[[File:Tira1.JPG|thumb|left]]
[[File:Tira4.JPG|thumb|right]]

10/03/2017
Sheriff Jim rides early, scanning the dawn for any signs of the bandits escape. The valley is rugged and broken and even from his ridge he cannot see very far. "They cannot get very far carrying those heavy safes. I know they have not had the time to drill them out.", he growls lowly and squints his eyes.
[[File:Tira6.JPG|thumb|center]]

He has been just a few hours behind them for two days. He is close now since Flatfoot Pete can't make too much progress in these badlands, nor can he travel at night. In fact, he has been picking his way through the valley since before dawn, forcing his way along the broken trail. The pack horse is worse for the wear. Looking back as the dawn illumines the ridge line he sees the silhouette of the sheriff. Pete scoots his horse to take full cover in the shade. "I ain't gonna get much further with this sheriff on my trail." Pete thinks to himself eyeing the weakening pack horse. "If I do this right, I can take care of that varmint and get a fresher horse, to boot." Flatfoot Pete ties the pack horse to his horse and gives it a hard slap on the rump. "I will catch up with you later." Pete start to climb up the steep cliff face and takes a spot where he can see the trail.
[[File:Tira2.JPG|thumb|center]]
10/10/17
Pete holds the rifle stock to his shoulder gazing down the barrel at Sheriff Jim as he rides through the narrow gap.
[[File:Tira3.JPG|thumb|center]]

Pete squeezes the trigger and watches Sheriff Jim fall from his horse. Jim feels a burning pain in his shoulder push him from his horse. Autonomically, Sheriff Jim tightens his core and rolls quickly behind a rock, gun in hand. Jim scans the ridge for any sign of this attacker; Flatfoot Pete curses under his breath as he sits against the rick. Pete turns and takes a quick peek, but the sheriff is not in sight he can't get a clean shot. Sheriff Jim wants to escape this kill box he finds himself in.

[[File:Tira4.JPG|thumb|center]]

10/11/2017
Crouched behind the rock, bleeding out his shoulder, Sheriff Jim scans the ridge line with the sights of his revolver. There is no sign of movement or of the shooter. "maybe he has moved along?", he thinks to himself, "just as likely waiting for me to move."
"That is correct, Sheriff." Flatfoot Pete says aloud to himself picking up the sheriffs thoughts rising on the heatwaves from the burning sands. Sheriff Jim takes a deep breath centering himself and lets his energy run to ground. He wound stops bleeding but begins to ache. He is not happy being pined down."Can I draw him out without getting myself killed?", Jim puzzles while resting in his light trance.

10/12/2017
Flatfoot Pete fires a hasty shot at the sheriffs head. Lead buries it self into the sandstone above where the sheriff is taking cover. Sheriff Jim sees the powder smoke up on the ridge in a cleft in the rock. Pete squeezes off a shot as the sheriff ducks behind a rock. The shot misses as does Sheriff Jim's quick return shot. Flatfoot Pete drills two more shots into the sandstone where Sheriff Jim is taking cover. Sheriff Jim scans the ridge with the sights of his revolver. He sees a slight shift in the shadow and fires off a shot. Damed if it don't graze the rock line kicking lead and rock into Flatfoots face; shaking him with anger more than injuring him. Pete squints through the blood and dust in his eyes and fires off tow more shots that just kick up dust. Sheriff Jim lobs three bullets in a row up the ridge without effect. Wiping his face Flatfoot Pete reloads his rifle and concentrates his attention on the barrel at the outcropping of rock. Pete takes his hat off and waves it above his head in an attempt to make a shadow the sheriff can see. Sheriff Jim leans out to take a look. Pete squeezes the trigger, misses. Sheriff returns fire and misses. Pete stands and fires. Bullets wiz by his head but his is given a clear shot. Sheriff Jim reels back, his shoulder burning in pain. He fires back wildly but misses Pete by a mile. The front of his shoulder is bleeding now and his left arm is nearly useless.

10/13/17
Sheriff Jim firs a shot and hits Flatfoot Pete.

[[Category: Lego Westerns]]

File:Tira6.JPG

2017-10-21T02:02:02Z

Otto:

File:Tira5.JPG

2017-10-21T02:00:11Z

Otto:

Tira Canyon

2017-10-21T01:58:52Z

Otto:

9/29/17
Sheriff Jim rides through the valley looking for signs of trouble. Everything seems quiet. A hawk from a nearby peak flies over and rests on a cactus, eyes the sheriff curiously.
[[File:Tira1.JPG|thumb|center]]

10/03/2017
Sheriff Jim rides early, scanning the dawn for any signs of the bandits escape. The valley is rugged and broken and even from his ridge he cannot see very far. "They cannot get very far carrying those heavy safes. I know they have not had the time to drill them out.", he growls lowly and squints his eyes. He has been just a few hours behind them for two days. He is close now since Flatfoot Pete can't make too much progress in these badlands, nor can he travel at night. In fact, he has been picking his way through the valley since before dawn, forcing his way along the broken trail. The pack horse is worse for the wear. Looking back as the dawn illumines the ridge line he sees the silhouette of the sheriff. Pete scoots his horse to take full cover in the shade. "I ain't gonna get much further with this sheriff on my trail." Pete thinks to himself eyeing the weakening pack horse. "If I do this right, I can take care of that varmint and get a fresher horse, to boot." Flatfoot Pete ties the pack horse to his horse and gives it a hard slap on the rump. "I will catch up with you later." Pete start to climb up the steep cliff face and takes a spot where he can see the trail.
[[File:Tira2.JPG|thumb|center]]
10/10/17
Pete holds the rifle stock to his shoulder gazing down the barrel at Sheriff Jim as he rides through the narrow gap.
[[File:Tira3.JPG|thumb|center]]

Pete squeezes the trigger and watches Sheriff Jim fall from his horse. Jim feels a burning pain in his shoulder push him from his horse. Autonomically, Sheriff Jim tightens his core and rolls quickly behind a rock, gun in hand. Jim scans the ridge for any sign of this attacker; Flatfoot Pete curses under his breath as he sits against the rick. Pete turns and takes a quick peek, but the sheriff is not in sight he can't get a clean shot. Sheriff Jim wants to escape this kill box he finds himself in.

[[File:Tira4.JPG|thumb|center]]

10/11/2017
Crouched behind the rock, bleeding out his shoulder, Sheriff Jim scans the ridge line with the sights of his revolver. There is no sign of movement or of the shooter. "maybe he has moved along?", he thinks to himself, "just as likely waiting for me to move."
"That is correct, Sheriff." Flatfoot Pete says aloud to himself picking up the sheriffs thoughts rising on the heatwaves from the burning sands. Sheriff Jim takes a deep breath centering himself and lets his energy run to ground. He wound stops bleeding but begins to ache. He is not happy being pined down."Can I draw him out without getting myself killed?", Jim puzzles while resting in his light trance.

10/12/2017
Flatfoot Pete fires a hasty shot at the sheriffs head. Lead buries it self into the sandstone above where the sheriff is taking cover. Sheriff Jim sees the powder smoke up on the ridge in a cleft in the rock. Pete squeezes off a shot as the sheriff ducks behind a rock. The shot misses as does Sheriff Jim's quick return shot. Flatfoot Pete drills two more shots into the sandstone where Sheriff Jim is taking cover. Sheriff Jim scans the ridge with the sights of his revolver. He sees a slight shift in the shadow and fires off a shot. Damed if it don't graze the rock line kicking lead and rock into Flatfoots face; shaking him with anger more than injuring him. Pete squints through the blood and dust in his eyes and fires off tow more shots that just kick up dust. Sheriff Jim lobs three bullets in a row up the ridge without effect. Wiping his face Flatfoot Pete reloads his rifle and concentrates his attention on the barrel at the outcropping of rock. Pete takes his hat off and waves it above his head in an attempt to make a shadow the sheriff can see. Sheriff Jim leans out to take a look. Pete squeezes the trigger, misses. Sheriff returns fire and misses. Pete stands and fires. Bullets wiz by his head but his is given a clear shot. Sheriff Jim reels back, his shoulder burning in pain. He fires back wildly but misses Pete by a mile. The front of his shoulder is bleeding now and his left arm is nearly useless.

10/13/17
Sheriff Jim firs a shot and hits Flatfoot Pete.

[[Category: Lego Westerns]]

Tira Canyon

2017-10-21T01:58:21Z

Otto:

9/29/17
Sheriff Jim rides through the valley looking for signs of trouble. Everything seems quiet. A hawk from a nearby peak flies over and rests on a cactus, eyes the sheriff curiously.
[[File:Tira1.JPG|thumb|center]]

10/03/2017
Sheriff Jim rides early, scanning the dawn for any signs of the bandits escape. The valley is rugged and broken and even from his ridge he cannot see very far. "They cannot get very far carrying those heavy safes. I know they have not had the time to drill them out.", he growls lowly and squints his eyes. He has been just a few hours behind them for two days. He is close now since Flatfoot Pete can't make too much progress in these badlands, nor can he travel at night. In fact, he has been picking his way through the valley since before dawn, forcing his way along the broken trail. The pack horse is worse for the wear. Looking back as the dawn illumines the ridge line he sees the silhouette of the sheriff. Pete scoots his horse to take full cover in the shade. "I ain't gonna get much further with this sheriff on my trail." Pete thinks to himself eyeing the weakening pack horse. "If I do this right, I can take care of that varmint and get a fresher horse, to boot." Flatfoot Pete ties the pack horse to his horse and gives it a hard slap on the rump. "I will catch up with you later." Pete start to climb up the steep cliff face and takes a spot where he can see the trail.
[[File:Tira2.JPG|thumb|center]]
10/10/17
Pete holds the rifle stock to his shoulder gazing down the barrel at Sheriff Jim as he rides through the narrow gap.
[[File:Tira3.JPG|thumb|center]]

Pete squeezes the trigger and watches Sheriff Jim fall from his horse. Jim feels a burning pain in his shoulder push him from his horse. Autonomically, Sheriff Jim tightens his core and rolls quickly behind a rock, gun in hand. Jim scans the ridge for any sign of this attacker; Flatfoot Pete curses under his breath as he sits against the rick. Pete turns and takes a quick peek, but the sheriff is not in sight he can't get a clean shot. Sheriff Jim wants to escape this kill box he finds himself in.

[[File:Tira4.JPG|thumb|center]]

10/11/2017
Crouched behind the rock, bleeding out his shoulder, Sheriff Jim scans the ridge line with the sights of his revolver. There is no sign of movement or of the shooter. "maybe he has moved along?", he thinks to himself, "just as likely waiting for me to move."
"That is correct, Sheriff." Flatfoot Pete says aloud to himself picking up the sheriffs thoughts rising on the heatwaves from the burning sands. Sheriff Jim takes a deep breath centering himself and lets his energy run to ground. He wound stops bleeding but begins to ache. He is not happy being pined down."Can I draw him out without getting myself killed?", Jim puzzles while resting in his light trance.

10/12/2017
Flatfoot Pete fires a hasty shot at the sheriffs head. Lead buries it self into the sandstone above where the sheriff is taking cover. Sheriff Jim sees the powder smoke up on the ridge in a cleft in the rock. Pete squeezes off a shot as the sheriff ducks behind a rock. The shot misses as does Sheriff Jim's quick return shot. Flatfoot Pete drills two more shots into the sandstone where Sheriff Jim is taking cover. Sheriff Jim scans the ridge with the sights of his revolver. He sees a slight shift in the shadow and fires off a shot. Damed if it don't graze the rock line kicking lead and rock into Flatfoots face; shaking him with anger more than injuring him. Pete squints through the blood and dust in his eyes and fires off tow more shots that just kick up dust. Sheriff Jim lobs three bullets in a row up the ridge without effect. Wiping his face Flatfoot Pete reloads his rifle and concentrates his attention on the barrel at the outcropping of rock. Pete takes his hat off and waves it above his head in an attempt to make a shadow the sheriff can see. Sheriff Jim leans out to take a look. Pete squeezes the trigger, misses. Sheriff returns fire and misses. Pete stands and fires. Bullets wiz by his head but his is given a clear shot. Sheriff Jim reels back, his shoulder burning in pain. He fires back wildly but misses Pete by a mile. The front of his shoulder is bleeding now and his left arm is nearly useless.

10/13/17
Sheriff Jim firs a shot and hits Flatfoot Pete.

[[Category: Lego Westerns]]

File:Tira4.JPG

2017-10-21T01:56:58Z

Otto:

File:Tira3.JPG

2017-10-21T01:55:01Z

Otto:

Tira Canyon

2017-10-21T01:53:45Z

Otto:

9/29/17
Sheriff Jim rides through the valley looking for signs of trouble. Everything seems quiet. A hawk from a nearby peak flies over and rests on a cactus, eyes the sheriff curiously.
[[File:Tira1.JPG|thumb|center]]

10/03/2017
Sheriff Jim rides early, scanning the dawn for any signs of the bandits escape. The valley is rugged and broken and even from his ridge he cannot see very far. "They cannot get very far carrying those heavy safes. I know they have not had the time to drill them out.", he growls lowly and squints his eyes. He has been just a few hours behind them for two days. He is close now since Flatfoot Pete can't make too much progress in these badlands, nor can he travel at night. In fact, he has been picking his way through the valley since before dawn, forcing his way along the broken trail. The pack horse is worse for the wear. Looking back as the dawn illumines the ridge line he sees the silhouette of the sheriff. Pete scoots his horse to take full cover in the shade. "I ain't gonna get much further with this sheriff on my trail." Pete thinks to himself eyeing the weakening pack horse. "If I do this right, I can take care of that varmint and get a fresher horse, to boot." Flatfoot Pete ties the pack horse to his horse and gives it a hard slap on the rump. "I will catch up with you later." Pete start to climb up the steep cliff face and takes a spot where he can see the trail.
[[File:Tira2.JPG|thumb|center]]
10/10/17
Pete holds the rifle stock to his shoulder gazing down the barrel at Sheriff Jim as he rides through the narrow gap. Pete squeezes the trigger and watches Sheriff Jim fall from his horse. Jim feels a burning pain in his shoulder push him from his horse. Autonomically, Sheriff Jim tightens his core and rolls quickly behind a rock, gun in hand. Jim scans the ridge for any sign of this attacker; Flatfoot Pete curses under his breath as he sits against the rick. Pete turns and takes a quick peek, but the sheriff is not in sight he can't get a clean shot. Sheriff Jim wants to escape this kill box he finds himself in.

10/11/2017
Crouched behind the rock, bleeding out his shoulder, Sheriff Jim scans the ridge line with the sights of his revolver. There is no sign of movement or of the shooter. "maybe he has moved along?", he thinks to himself, "just as likely waiting for me to move."
"That is correct, Sheriff." Flatfoot Pete says aloud to himself picking up the sheriffs thoughts rising on the heatwaves from the burning sands. Sheriff Jim takes a deep breath centering himself and lets his energy run to ground. He wound stops bleeding but begins to ache. He is not happy being pined down."Can I draw him out without getting myself killed?", Jim puzzles while resting in his light trance.

10/12/2017
Flatfoot Pete fires a hasty shot at the sheriffs head. Lead buries it self into the sandstone above where the sheriff is taking cover. Sheriff Jim sees the powder smoke up on the ridge in a cleft in the rock. Pete squeezes off a shot as the sheriff ducks behind a rock. The shot misses as does Sheriff Jim's quick return shot. Flatfoot Pete drills two more shots into the sandstone where Sheriff Jim is taking cover. Sheriff Jim scans the ridge with the sights of his revolver. He sees a slight shift in the shadow and fires off a shot. Damed if it don't graze the rock line kicking lead and rock into Flatfoots face; shaking him with anger more than injuring him. Pete squints through the blood and dust in his eyes and fires off tow more shots that just kick up dust. Sheriff Jim lobs three bullets in a row up the ridge without effect. Wiping his face Flatfoot Pete reloads his rifle and concentrates his attention on the barrel at the outcropping of rock. Pete takes his hat off and waves it above his head in an attempt to make a shadow the sheriff can see. Sheriff Jim leans out to take a look. Pete squeezes the trigger, misses. Sheriff returns fire and misses. Pete stands and fires. Bullets wiz by his head but his is given a clear shot. Sheriff Jim reels back, his shoulder burning in pain. He fires back wildly but misses Pete by a mile. The front of his shoulder is bleeding now and his left arm is nearly useless.

10/13/17
Sheriff Jim firs a shot and hits Flatfoot Pete.

[[Category: Lego Westerns]]

File:Tira2.JPG

2017-10-21T01:52:46Z

Otto:

Tira Canyon

2017-10-21T01:49:17Z

Otto:

9/29/17
Sheriff Jim rides through the valley looking for signs of trouble. Everything seems quiet. A hawk from a nearby peak flies over and rests on a cactus, eyes the sheriff curiously.
[[File:Tira1.JPG|thumb|center]]

10/03/2017
Sheriff Jim rides early, scanning the dawn for any signs of the bandits escape. The valley is rugged and broken and even from his ridge he cannot see very far. "They cannot get very far carrying those heavy safes. I know they have not had the time to drill them out.", he growls lowly and squints his eyes. He has been just a few hours behind them for two days. He is close now since Flatfoot Pete can't make too much progress in these badlands, nor can he travel at night. In fact, he has been picking his way through the valley since before dawn, forcing his way along the broken trail. The pack horse is worse for the wear. Looking back as the dawn illumines the ridge line he sees the silhouette of the sheriff. Pete scoots his horse to take full cover in the shade. "I ain't gonna get much further with this sheriff on my trail." Pete thinks to himself eyeing the weakening pack horse. "If I do this right, I can take care of that varmint and get a fresher horse, to boot." Flatfoot Pete ties the pack horse to his horse and gives it a hard slap on the rump. "I will catch up with you later." Pete start to climb up the steep cliff face and takes a spot where he can see the trail.

10/10/17
Pete holds the rifle stock to his shoulder gazing down the barrel at Sheriff Jim as he rides through the narrow gap. Pete squeezes the trigger and watches Sheriff Jim fall from his horse. Jim feels a burning pain in his shoulder push him from his horse. Autonomically, Sheriff Jim tightens his core and rolls quickly behind a rock, gun in hand. Jim scans the ridge for any sign of this attacker; Flatfoot Pete curses under his breath as he sits against the rick. Pete turns and takes a quick peek, but the sheriff is not in sight he can't get a clean shot. Sheriff Jim wants to escape this kill box he finds himself in.

10/11/2017
Crouched behind the rock, bleeding out his shoulder, Sheriff Jim scans the ridge line with the sights of his revolver. There is no sign of movement or of the shooter. "maybe he has moved along?", he thinks to himself, "just as likely waiting for me to move."
"That is correct, Sheriff." Flatfoot Pete says aloud to himself picking up the sheriffs thoughts rising on the heatwaves from the burning sands. Sheriff Jim takes a deep breath centering himself and lets his energy run to ground. He wound stops bleeding but begins to ache. He is not happy being pined down."Can I draw him out without getting myself killed?", Jim puzzles while resting in his light trance.

10/12/2017
Flatfoot Pete fires a hasty shot at the sheriffs head. Lead buries it self into the sandstone above where the sheriff is taking cover. Sheriff Jim sees the powder smoke up on the ridge in a cleft in the rock. Pete squeezes off a shot as the sheriff ducks behind a rock. The shot misses as does Sheriff Jim's quick return shot. Flatfoot Pete drills two more shots into the sandstone where Sheriff Jim is taking cover. Sheriff Jim scans the ridge with the sights of his revolver. He sees a slight shift in the shadow and fires off a shot. Damed if it don't graze the rock line kicking lead and rock into Flatfoots face; shaking him with anger more than injuring him. Pete squints through the blood and dust in his eyes and fires off tow more shots that just kick up dust. Sheriff Jim lobs three bullets in a row up the ridge without effect. Wiping his face Flatfoot Pete reloads his rifle and concentrates his attention on the barrel at the outcropping of rock. Pete takes his hat off and waves it above his head in an attempt to make a shadow the sheriff can see. Sheriff Jim leans out to take a look. Pete squeezes the trigger, misses. Sheriff returns fire and misses. Pete stands and fires. Bullets wiz by his head but his is given a clear shot. Sheriff Jim reels back, his shoulder burning in pain. He fires back wildly but misses Pete by a mile. The front of his shoulder is bleeding now and his left arm is nearly useless.

10/13/17
Sheriff Jim firs a shot and hits Flatfoot Pete.

[[Category: Lego Westerns]]

Tira Canyon

2017-10-21T01:48:05Z

Otto:

9/29/17
Sheriff Jim rides through the valley looking for signs of trouble. Everything seems quiet. A hawk from a nearby peak flies over and rests on a cactus, eyes the sheriff curiously.
[[File:Tira1.JPG|50px|frame|center]]

10/03/2017
Sheriff Jim rides early, scanning the dawn for any signs of the bandits escape. The valley is rugged and broken and even from his ridge he cannot see very far. "They cannot get very far carrying those heavy safes. I know they have not had the time to drill them out.", he growls lowly and squints his eyes. He has been just a few hours behind them for two days. He is close now since Flatfoot Pete can't make too much progress in these badlands, nor can he travel at night. In fact, he has been picking his way through the valley since before dawn, forcing his way along the broken trail. The pack horse is worse for the wear. Looking back as the dawn illumines the ridge line he sees the silhouette of the sheriff. Pete scoots his horse to take full cover in the shade. "I ain't gonna get much further with this sheriff on my trail." Pete thinks to himself eyeing the weakening pack horse. "If I do this right, I can take care of that varmint and get a fresher horse, to boot." Flatfoot Pete ties the pack horse to his horse and gives it a hard slap on the rump. "I will catch up with you later." Pete start to climb up the steep cliff face and takes a spot where he can see the trail.

10/10/17
Pete holds the rifle stock to his shoulder gazing down the barrel at Sheriff Jim as he rides through the narrow gap. Pete squeezes the trigger and watches Sheriff Jim fall from his horse. Jim feels a burning pain in his shoulder push him from his horse. Autonomically, Sheriff Jim tightens his core and rolls quickly behind a rock, gun in hand. Jim scans the ridge for any sign of this attacker; Flatfoot Pete curses under his breath as he sits against the rick. Pete turns and takes a quick peek, but the sheriff is not in sight he can't get a clean shot. Sheriff Jim wants to escape this kill box he finds himself in.

10/11/2017
Crouched behind the rock, bleeding out his shoulder, Sheriff Jim scans the ridge line with the sights of his revolver. There is no sign of movement or of the shooter. "maybe he has moved along?", he thinks to himself, "just as likely waiting for me to move."
"That is correct, Sheriff." Flatfoot Pete says aloud to himself picking up the sheriffs thoughts rising on the heatwaves from the burning sands. Sheriff Jim takes a deep breath centering himself and lets his energy run to ground. He wound stops bleeding but begins to ache. He is not happy being pined down."Can I draw him out without getting myself killed?", Jim puzzles while resting in his light trance.

10/12/2017
Flatfoot Pete fires a hasty shot at the sheriffs head. Lead buries it self into the sandstone above where the sheriff is taking cover. Sheriff Jim sees the powder smoke up on the ridge in a cleft in the rock. Pete squeezes off a shot as the sheriff ducks behind a rock. The shot misses as does Sheriff Jim's quick return shot. Flatfoot Pete drills two more shots into the sandstone where Sheriff Jim is taking cover. Sheriff Jim scans the ridge with the sights of his revolver. He sees a slight shift in the shadow and fires off a shot. Damed if it don't graze the rock line kicking lead and rock into Flatfoots face; shaking him with anger more than injuring him. Pete squints through the blood and dust in his eyes and fires off tow more shots that just kick up dust. Sheriff Jim lobs three bullets in a row up the ridge without effect. Wiping his face Flatfoot Pete reloads his rifle and concentrates his attention on the barrel at the outcropping of rock. Pete takes his hat off and waves it above his head in an attempt to make a shadow the sheriff can see. Sheriff Jim leans out to take a look. Pete squeezes the trigger, misses. Sheriff returns fire and misses. Pete stands and fires. Bullets wiz by his head but his is given a clear shot. Sheriff Jim reels back, his shoulder burning in pain. He fires back wildly but misses Pete by a mile. The front of his shoulder is bleeding now and his left arm is nearly useless.

10/13/17
Sheriff Jim firs a shot and hits Flatfoot Pete.

[[Category: Lego Westerns]]

File:Tira1.JPG

2017-10-21T01:44:17Z

Otto:

Tira Canyon

2017-10-21T01:19:46Z

Otto:

9/29/17
Sheriff Jim rides through the valley looking for signs of trouble. Everything seems quiet. A hawk from a nearby peak flies over and rests on a cactus, eyes the sheriff curiously.

10/03/2017
Sheriff Jim rides early, scanning the dawn for any signs of the bandits escape. The valley is rugged and broken and even from his ridge he cannot see very far. "They cannot get very far carrying those heavy safes. I know they have not had the time to drill them out.", he growls lowly and squints his eyes. He has been just a few hours behind them for two days. He is close now since Flatfoot Pete can't make too much progress in these badlands, nor can he travel at night. In fact, he has been picking his way through the valley since before dawn, forcing his way along the broken trail. The pack horse is worse for the wear. Looking back as the dawn illumines the ridge line he sees the silhouette of the sheriff. Pete scoots his horse to take full cover in the shade. "I ain't gonna get much further with this sheriff on my trail." Pete thinks to himself eyeing the weakening pack horse. "If I do this right, I can take care of that varmint and get a fresher horse, to boot." Flatfoot Pete ties the pack horse to his horse and gives it a hard slap on the rump. "I will catch up with you later." Pete start to climb up the steep cliff face and takes a spot where he can see the trail.

10/10/17
Pete holds the rifle stock to his shoulder gazing down the barrel at Sheriff Jim as he rides through the narrow gap. Pete squeezes the trigger and watches Sheriff Jim fall from his horse. Jim feels a burning pain in his shoulder push him from his horse. Autonomically, Sheriff Jim tightens his core and rolls quickly behind a rock, gun in hand. Jim scans the ridge for any sign of this attacker; Flatfoot Pete curses under his breath as he sits against the rick. Pete turns and takes a quick peek, but the sheriff is not in sight he can't get a clean shot. Sheriff Jim wants to escape this kill box he finds himself in.

10/11/2017
Crouched behind the rock, bleeding out his shoulder, Sheriff Jim scans the ridge line with the sights of his revolver. There is no sign of movement or of the shooter. "maybe he has moved along?", he thinks to himself, "just as likely waiting for me to move."
"That is correct, Sheriff." Flatfoot Pete says aloud to himself picking up the sheriffs thoughts rising on the heatwaves from the burning sands. Sheriff Jim takes a deep breath centering himself and lets his energy run to ground. He wound stops bleeding but begins to ache. He is not happy being pined down."Can I draw him out without getting myself killed?", Jim puzzles while resting in his light trance.

10/12/2017
Flatfoot Pete fires a hasty shot at the sheriffs head. Lead buries it self into the sandstone above where the sheriff is taking cover. Sheriff Jim sees the powder smoke up on the ridge in a cleft in the rock. Pete squeezes off a shot as the sheriff ducks behind a rock. The shot misses as does Sheriff Jim's quick return shot. Flatfoot Pete drills two more shots into the sandstone where Sheriff Jim is taking cover. Sheriff Jim scans the ridge with the sights of his revolver. He sees a slight shift in the shadow and fires off a shot. Damed if it don't graze the rock line kicking lead and rock into Flatfoots face; shaking him with anger more than injuring him. Pete squints through the blood and dust in his eyes and fires off tow more shots that just kick up dust. Sheriff Jim lobs three bullets in a row up the ridge without effect. Wiping his face Flatfoot Pete reloads his rifle and concentrates his attention on the barrel at the outcropping of rock. Pete takes his hat off and waves it above his head in an attempt to make a shadow the sheriff can see. Sheriff Jim leans out to take a look. Pete squeezes the trigger, misses. Sheriff returns fire and misses. Pete stands and fires. Bullets wiz by his head but his is given a clear shot. Sheriff Jim reels back, his shoulder burning in pain. He fires back wildly but misses Pete by a mile. The front of his shoulder is bleeding now and his left arm is nearly useless.

10/13/17
Sheriff Jim firs a shot and hits Flatfoot Pete.

[[Category: Lego Westerns]]

Tira Canyon

2017-10-21T01:18:08Z

Otto:

9/29/17
Sheriff Jim rides through the valley looking for signs of trouble. Everything seems quiet. A hawk from a nearby peak flies over and rests on a cactus, eyes the sheriff curiously.

10/03/2017
Sheriff Jim rides early, scanning the dawn for any signs of the bandits escape. The valley is rugged and broken and even from his ridge he cannot see very far. "They cannot get very far carrying those heavy safes. I know they have not had the time to drill them out.", he growls lowly and squints his eyes. He has been just a few hours behind them for two days. He is close now since Flatfoot Pete can';t make to much progress in these badlands, nor can he travel at night. In fact, he has been picking his way through the valley since before dawn, forcing his way along the broken trail. The pack horse is worse for the wear. Looking back as the dawn illumines the ridge line he sees the silhouette of the sheriff. Pete scoots his horse to take full cover in the shade. "I ain't gonna get much further with this sheriff on my trail.", Pete thinks to himself eyeing the weakening pack horse. "If I do this right, I can take care of that varmint and get a fresher horse, to boot." Flatfoot Pete ties the pack horse to his horse and gives it a hard slap on the rump. "I will catch up with you later." Pete start to climb up the steep cliff face and takes a spot where he can see the trail.

10/10/17
Pete hold the rifle stock to his shoulder gazing down the barrel at Sheriff Jim as he rides through the narrow gap. Pete squeezes the trigger and watches Sheriff Jim fall from his horse. Jim feels a burning pain in his shoulder push him from his horse. Autonomically, Sheriff Jim tightens his core and rolls quickly behind a rock, gun in hand. Jim scans the ridge for any sign of this attacker; Flatfoot Pete curses under his breath as he sits against the rick. Pete turns and takes a quick peek, but the sheriff is not in sight he can't get a clean shot. Sheriff Jim wants to escape this kill box he finds himself in.

10/11/2017
Crouched behind the rock, bleeding out his shoulder, Sheriff Jim scans the ridge line with the sights of his revolver. There is no sign of movement or of the shooter. "maybe he has moved along?", he thinks to himself, "just as likely waiting for me to move."
"That is correct, Sheriff.", Flatfoot Pete says aloud to himself picking up the sheriffs thoughts rising on the heatwaves from the burning sands. Sheriff Jim takes a deep breath centering himself and lets his energy run to ground. He wound stops bleeding but begins to ache. He is not happy being pined down."Can I draw him out without getting myself killed?", Jim puzzles while resting in his light trance.

10/12/2017
Flatfoot Pete fires a hasty shot at the sheriffs head. Lead buries it self into the sandstone above where the sheriff is taking cover. Sheriff Jim sees the powder smoke up on the ridge in a cleft in the rock. Pete squeezes off a shot as the sheriff ducks behind a rock. The shot misses as does Sheriff Jim's quick return shot. Flatfoot Pete drills two more shots into the sandstone where Sheriff Jim is taking cover. Sheriff Jim scans the ridge with the sights of his revolver. He sees a slight shift in the shadow and fires off a shot. Damed if it don't graze the rock line kicking lead and rock into Flatfoots face; shaking him with anger more than injuring him. Pete squints through the blood and dust in his eyes and fires off tow more shots that just kick up dust. Sheriff Jim lobs three bullets in a row up the ridge without effect. Wiping his face Flatfoot Pete reloads his rifle and concentrates his attention on the barrel at the outcropping of rock. Pete takes his hat off and waves it above his head in an attempt to make a shadow the sheriff can see. Sheriff Jim leans out to take a look. Pete squeezes the trigger, misses. Sheriff returns fire and misses. Pete stands and fires. Bullets wiz by his head but his is given a clear shot. Sheriff Jim reels back, his shoulder burning in pain. He fires back wildly but misses Pete by a mile. The front of his shoulder is bleeding now and his left arm is nearly useless.

10/13/17
Sheriff Jim firs a shot and hits Flatfoot Pete.

[[Category: Lego Westerns]]

Tira Canyon

2017-10-17T00:06:58Z

Otto:

9/29/17
Sheriff Jim rides through the valley looking for signs of trouble. Everything seems quiet. A hawk from a nearby peak flies over and rests on a cactus, eyes the sheriff curiously.

10/03/2017
Sheriff Jim rides early, scanning the dawn for any signs of the bandits escape. The valley is rugged and broken and even from his ridge he cannot see very far. "They cannot get very far carrying those heavy safes. I know they have not had the time to drill them out.", he growls lowly and squints his eyes. He has been just a few hours behind them for two days. He is close now since Flatfoot Pete can';t make to much progress in these badlands, nor can he travel at night. In fact, he has been picking his way through the valley since before dawn, forcing his way along the broken trail. The pack horse is worse for the wear. Looking back as the dawn illumines the ridge line he sees the silhouette of the sheriff. Pete scoots his horse to take full cover in the shade. "I ain't gonna get much further with this sheriff on my trail.", Pete thinks to himself eyeing the weakening pack horse. "If I do this right, I can take care of that varmint and get a fresher horse, to boot." Flatfoot Pete ties the pack horse to his horse and gives it a hard slap on the rump. "I will catch up with you later." Pete start to climb up the steep cliff face and takes a spot where he can see the trail.

10/10/17
Pete hold the rifle stock to his shoulder gazing down the barrel at Sheriff Jim as he rides through the narrow gap. Pete squeezes the trigger and watches Sheriff Jim fall from his horse. Jim feels a burning pain in his shoulder push him from his horse. Autonomically, Sheriff Jim tightens his core and rolls quickly behind a rock, gun in hand. Jim scans the ridge for any sign of this attacker; Flatfoot Pete curses under his breath as he sits against the rick. Pete turns and takes a quick peek, but the sheriff is not in sight he can't get a clean shot. Sheriff Jim wants to escape this kill box he finds himself in.

10/11/2017
Crouched behind the rock, bleeding out his shoulder, Sheriff Jim scans the ridge line with the sights of his revolver. There is no sign of movement or of the shooter. "maybe he has moved along?", he thinks to himself, "just as likely waiting for me to move."
"That is correct, Sheriff.", Flatfoot Pete says aloud to himself picking up the sheriffs thoughts rising on the heatwaves from the burning sands. Sheriff Jim takes a deep breath centering himself and lets his energy run to ground. He wound stops bleeding but begins to ache. He is not happy being pined down."Can I draw him out without getting myself killed?", Jim puzzles while resting in his light trance.

10/12/2017
Flatfoot Pete fires a hasty shot at the sheriffs head. Lead buries it self into the sandstone above where the sheriff is taking cover. Sheriff Jim sees the powder smoke up on the ridge in a cleft in the rock. Pete squeezes off a shot as the sheriff ducks behind a rock. The shot misses as does Sheriff Jim's quick return shot. Flatfoot Pete drills two more shots into the sandstone where Sheriff Jim is taking cover. Sheriff Jim scans the ridge with the sights of his revolver. He sees a slight shift in the shadow and fires off a shot. Damed if it don't graze the rock line kicking lead and rock into Flatfoots face; shaking him with anger more than injuring him. Pete squints through the blood and dust in his eyes and fires off tow more shots that just kick up dust. Sheriff Jim lobs three bullets in a row up the ridge without effect. Wiping his face Flatfoot Pete reloads his rifle and concentrates his attention on the barrel at the outcropping of rock. Pete takes his hat off and waves it above his head in an attempt to make a shadow the sheriff can see. Sheriff Jim leans out to take a look. Pete squeezes the trigger, misses. Sheriff returns fire and misses. Pete stands and fires. Bullets wiz by his head but his is given a clear shot. Sheriff Jim reels back, his shoulder burning in pain. He fires back wildly but misses Pete by a mile. The front of his shoulder is bleeding now and his left arm is nearly useless.

10/13/17
Sheriff Jim firs a shot and hits Flatfoot Pete.

Talk:Tira Canyon

2017-10-17T00:03:14Z

Otto: Created page with "the animal (S. tiryagyoni, P. tiracchānayoni) domain"

the animal (S. tiryagyoni, P. tiracchānayoni) domain

Tira Canyon

2017-10-17T00:00:15Z

Otto: Created page with "9/29/17 Sheriff Jim rides through the valley looking for sings of trouble. Everything seems quiet. A hawk from a nearby peak flies over and rests on a cactus, eyes the sheriff..."

9/29/17
Sheriff Jim rides through the valley looking for sings of trouble. Everything seems quiet. A hawk from a nearby peak flies over and rests on a cactus, eyes the sheriff curiously.

10/03/2017
Sheriff Jim rides early, scanning the dawn for any signs of the bandits escape. The valley is rugged and broken and even from his ridge he cannot see very far. "They cannot get very far carrying those heavy safes. I know they have not had the time to drill them out.", he growls lowly and squints his eyes. He has been just a few hours behind them for two days. He is close now since Flatfoot Pete can';t make to much progress in these badlands, nor can he travel at night. In fact, he has been picking his way through the valley since before dawn, forcing his way along the broken trail. The pack horse is worse for the wear. Looking back as the dawn illumines the ridge line he sees the silhouette of the sheriff. Pete scoots his horse to take full cover in the shade. "I ain't gonna get much further with this sheriff on my trail.", Pete thinks to himself eyeing the weakening pack horse. "If I do this right, I can take care of that varmint and get a fresher horse, to boot." Flatfoot Pete ties the pack horse to his horse and gives it a hard slap on the rump. "I will catch up with you later." Pete start to climb up the steep cliff face and takes a spot where he can see the trail.

10/10/17
Pete hold the rifle stock to his shoulder gazing down the barrel at Sheriff Jim as he rides through the narrow gap. Pete squeezes the trigger and watches Sheriff Jim fall from his horse. Jim feels a burning pain in his shoulder push him from his horse. Autonomically, Sheriff Jim tightens his core and rolls quickly behind a rock, gun in hand. Jim scans the ridge for any sign of this attacker; Flatfoot Pete curses under his breath as he sits against the rick. Pete turns and takes a quick peek, but the sheriff is not in sight he can't get a clean shot. Sheriff Jim wants to escape this kill box he finds himself in.

10/11/2017
Crouched behind the rock, bleeding out his shoulder, Sheriff Jim scans the ridge line with the sights of his revolver. There is no sign of movement or of the shooter. "maybe he has moved along?", he thinks to himself, "just as likely waiting for me to move."
"That is correct, Sheriff.", Flatfoot Pete says aloud to himself picking up the sheriffs thoughts rising on the heatwaves from the burning sands. Sheriff Jim takes a deep breath centering himself and lets his energy run to ground. He wound stops bleeding but begins to ache. He is not happy being pined down."Can I draw him out without getting myself killed?", Jim puzzles while resting in his light trance.

10/12/2017
Flatfoot Pete fires a hasty shot at the sheriffs head. Lead buries it self into the sandstone above where the sheriff is taking cover. Sheriff Jim sees the powder smoke up on the ridge in a cleft in the rock. Pete squeezes off a shot as the sheriff ducks behind a rock. The shot misses as does Sheriff Jim's quick return shot. Flatfoot Pete drills two more shots into the sandstone where Sheriff Jim is taking cover. Sheriff Jim scans the ridge with the sights of his revolver. He sees a slight shift in the shadow and fires off a shot. Damed if it don't graze the rock line kicking lead and rock into Flatfoots face; shaking him with anger more than injuring him. Pete squints through the blood and dust in his eyes and fires off tow more shots that just kick up dust. Sheriff Jim lobs three bullets in a row up the ridge without effect. Wiping his face Flatfoot Pete reloads his rifle and concentrates his attention on the barrel at the outcropping of rock. Pete takes his hat off and waves it above his head in an attempt to make a shadow the sheriff can see. Sheriff Jim leans out to take a look. Pete squeezes the trigger, misses. Sheriff returns fire and misses. Pete stands and fires. Bullets wiz by his head but his is given a clear shot. Sheriff Jim reels back, his shoulder burning in pain. He fires back wildly but misses Pete by a mile. The front of his shoulder is bleeding now and his left arm is nearly useless.

10/13/17
Sheriff Jim firs a shot and hits Flatfoot Pete.

Talk:You cock up and get your ass to Little Rock for the mission

2017-09-29T03:54:30Z

Otto: Created page with "content derived from a series of card that I have found on the street over the last week. I was playing a round of street poker, but was turning up these "Fact or Crap" game..."

content derived from a series of card that I have found on the street over the last week.

I was playing a round of street poker, but was turning up these "Fact or Crap" game cards.

I did turn up the 10 of spades just yesterday.

You cock up and get your ass to Little Rock for the mission

2017-09-29T03:52:28Z

Otto:

In 1972, an attacker attempted to assassinate Imelda Marcos with a knife.

He had been programmed with Bob Hope movies and his handlers name was Leslie.

Six Gold Badge, Rose Award and Star Badge

The bow is pulled taunt and will be released with the "trigger".

Your mind screen flashes in Pablo Picasso cubist images.

Singer Meatloaf's real name is Marvin Lee Aday.

It's no use the early locomotives have already begun to steam, The Rocket and the Flying Scotsman. The Best Friend of Charleston shows up and the side track and the conductor calls you over with a wide wave of his hand.

Ufology is the study if unidentified flying objects.

Little Rock reminds you of the mission in Jerez de la Frontera in Spain. The dry sherry...

UNIX and Linux computer network operating systems are legit but the Statix operating system is actually automobile brakes.

[[Category: Hyperwiki Adventure ]]
[[Category: You've Been Reactivated]]

You cock up and get your ass to Little Rock for the mission

2017-09-29T02:53:12Z

Otto:

In 1972, an attacker attempted to assassinate Imelda Marcos with a knife.

He had been programmed with Bob Hope movies and his handlers name was Leslie.

Six Gold Badge, Rose Award and Star Badge

The bow is pulled taunt and will be released with the "trigger".

Your mind screen flashes in Pablo Picasso cubist images.

Singer Meatloaf's real name is Marvin Lee Aday.

It's no use the early locomotives have already begun to steam, The Rocket and the Flying Scotsman. The Best Friend of Charleston shows up and the side track and the conductor calls you over with a wide wave of his hand.

[[Category: Hyperwiki Adventure ]]
[[Category: You've Been Reactivated]]

You cock up and get your ass to Little Rock for the mission

2017-09-29T02:17:45Z

Otto:

You cock up and get your ass to Little Rock for the mission

2017-09-29T02:16:17Z

Otto: Created page with "In 1972, an attacker attempted to assassinate Imelda Marcos with a knife. He had been programmed with Bob Hope movies and his handlers name was Leslie. Six Gold Badge, Rose..."

Category:Revelation 12 Sign

2017-09-12T03:29:55Z

Otto:

6 hours ago
AWESOME! WANT MORE FLARES!
7
My sky's 5-D
My sky's 5-D
2 hours ago
swt nst yep cuz solar flares strengthens the libido of our Magneto sphere
My sky's 5-D
My sky's 5-D
2 hours ago
swt nst so what's up robot Borges trannies chatbots and the hive mind no sexy
Impericalevidence
Impericalevidence
1 hour ago
is this two chatbots cybering or something?

[[Alarm left by us data I flood steering owls machine anesthesia can your G1 Sol Shauberger green/blue intoxicate something profane as her noise]]

Category:Revelation 12 Sign

2017-09-08T20:27:51Z

Otto: Created page with "6 hours ago AWESOME! WANT MORE FLARES! 7 My sky's 5-D My sky's 5-D 2 hours ago swt nst yep cuz solar flares strengthens the libido of our Magneto sphere My sky's 5-D My..."

Playin' Da Game for the Good Seats

2017-09-04T03:49:17Z

Otto:

Train is always a coming.

But we talk'in the 23rd of September Train.

ALL ABOARD.

Everyone is pilling into the cargo cars.

But shit, we got tickets for the nice cars...

[[Category: Revelation 12 Sign]]

Playin' Da Game for the Good Seats

2017-09-04T03:47:53Z

Otto: Created page with "Train is always a coming. But we talk'in the 23rd of September Train. ALL ABOARD. Everyone is pilling into the cargo cars. But shit, we got tickets for the nice cars..."

Train is always a coming.

But we talk'in the 23rd of September Train.

ALL ABOARD.

Everyone is pilling into the cargo cars.

But shit, we got tickets for the nice cars...

Alt Centrist Hate Speech

2017-09-04T03:19:46Z

Otto:

You drive by the Free Speech Rally.

You have stolen a 50 mm machine gun and mounted it like you see on TV in the Middle East.

You park where you can get a good view of the entire crowd. Hundreds of rounds are ready to rock. You mow down the crowd. Hundreds are dead.

[[Category:Horrors of Civil War]]

Alt Centrist Hate Speech

2017-09-04T03:17:54Z

Otto: Created page with "You drive by the Free Speech Rally. You have stolen a 50 mm machine gun and mounted it like you see on TV in the Middle East. You park where you can get a good view of the..."

Jimmy Crump Turns Up

2017-08-31T05:09:07Z

Otto:

[[File:Screen Shot 08-30-17 at 10.00 PM.PNG|frameless|center]]

Following William Barnes leads us to Jimmy Crump inside the WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiVE4w9mNJo
5:15 is the gateway....I have not watched it yet.

[[category: Revelation 12 Sign]]

Jimmy Crump Turns Up

2017-08-31T05:06:34Z

Otto: Created page with "center Following William Barnes leads us to Jimmy Crump inside the WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$! category: Reve..."

[[File:Screen Shot 08-30-17 at 10.00 PM.PNG|frameless|center]]

Following William Barnes leads us to Jimmy Crump inside the WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$!

[[category: Revelation 12 Sign]]

File:Screen Shot 08-30-17 at 10.00 PM.PNG

2017-08-31T05:01:42Z

Otto:

Chimney Sweep

2017-08-22T03:11:05Z

Otto: Created page with "Red Pilled. Brand new red MAGA hat. Chimney has been red pilled. He is old as fuck, almost 50. He wears the MAGA hat and greets them straight in the eyes. He is a long haire..."

Red Pilled.

Brand new red MAGA hat.

Chimney has been red pilled. He is old as fuck, almost 50. He wears the MAGA hat and greets them straight in the eyes. He is a long haired anarchist. "Nobody tells me what to do." He has the Constitution rolled up tight over an oak pole one inch thick. He jabs the irate bitch in her stomach and she falls to her knees. Here megaohone falls to the ground. He gives it a swift kick sending it hurling into the crowd of older communists.

He hunts in the crowd sometimes. Looking for Communists his age. These are the ones he really wants to find. These are the ones who get the dose of mind crippling drug. A sharp jab delivers a hefty dose. He breezes past the red flags and gets lost in the crowds.

[[Category: Horrors of Civil War]]

Still active

2017-07-21T05:09:54Z

Otto:

Screen Feed Reads: Date.

Red Bio-Suit with two left arms.

If I can get this [[Oracle271]] to activate I can create a little disturbance for Diamond's little celebration. A little fireworks. There is always some static fields that can be charged remotely on these solar resonance occasions. Using the feedback from Oracle 271 I will place this little present at a pretty high resonance level. This ensures that the agent only discharges the fields when engaging the peak levels.

<mp3>Sound of world 1.mp3|download</mp3>
<mp3>A_16_year_old_gangster_mage_tries_to_curse_you.mp3|download</mp3>From Mind/Mustang/Drugs "MindFuck Machine Factory"<br>

[[Category:Nativity of Ikipr]][[Category: Orbital Space City Ketheres and its Subdistricts]][[Category:Tunnels of Set]]

Still active

2017-07-21T05:05:37Z

Otto:

Screen Feed Reads: Date.

Red Bio-Suit with two left arms.

If I can get this [[Oracle271]] to activate I can create a little disturbance for Diamond's little celebration. A little fireworks. There is always some static fields that can be charged remotely on these solar resonance occasions. Using the feedback from Oracle 271 I will place this little present at a pretty high resonance level. This ensures that the agent only discharges the fields when engaging the peak levels.

<mp3>A_16_year_old_gangster_mage_tries_to_curse_you.mp3|download</mp3>From Mind/Mustang/Drugs "MindFuck Machine Factory"<br>

[[Category:Nativity of Ikipr]][[Category: Orbital Space City Ketheres and its Subdistricts]][[Category:Tunnels of Set]]

Still active

2017-07-21T05:03:09Z

Otto:

Screen Feed Reads: Date.

Red Bio-Suit with two left arms.

If I can get this [[Oracle271]] to activate I can create a little disturbance for Diamond's little celebration. A little fireworks. There is always some static fields that can be charged remotely on these solar resonance occasions. Using the feedback from Oracle 271 I will place this little present at a pretty high resonance level. This ensures that the agent only discharges the fields when engaging the peak levels.

Category:Nativity of Ikipr[[Category: Orbital Space City Ketheres and its Subdistricts]][[Category:Tunnels of Set]]

Still active

2017-07-21T05:01:02Z

Otto:

Screen Feed Reads: Date.

Red Bio-Suit with two left arms.

If I can get this [[Oracle271]] to activate I can create a little disturbance for Diamond's little celebration. A little fireworks. There is always some static fields that can be charged remotely on these solar resonance occasions. Using the feedback from Oracle 271 I will place this little present at a pretty high resonance level. This ensures that the agent only discharges the fields when engaging the peak levels.

[[Category: Orbital Space City Ketheres and its Subdistricts]][[Category:Tunnels of Set]]