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Post by dalekbuster523finish on Apr 30, 2017 12:20:27 GMT
Why am I the only one who sees how similar their voices are? Because their voices aren't similar? In your opinion, but I still think they are.
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on May 1, 2017 1:06:03 GMT
Because their voices aren't similar? In your opinion, but I still think they are. Which is your opinion.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 2:45:39 GMT
Growlin' Billy Hatnell. Sounds like a character from The Gunfighters. "Growlin' Billy Hartnell and his protegee, Pat the Japer. A comedy pair if ever I saw 'em. Old man was mean with a shotgun and the tramp was as deadly with a Joker as Ol' Man Cushing was with the sawbones's knife. They met with the local magistrate Messer Pertwee, overseein' a caravan of wine to the town personally, to discuss the release of Bug Eyes Baker from the local jail. Their client, Messer Peter Davison was late of Gloriana and English shores, he'd wanted Baker, but never said why. The magistrate was a pretty spruce fella. Not born rich, but sure liked pretending he was. He was less than inclined to help until he'd managed to cardsharp Pat out of his recorder. Promised him a thousand in return, but he agreed to Bug Eyes release... 'Cept only problem was that, well, they found Sheriff Stewart brought in the wrong man. The curly haired fella in his place wore the most peculiar threads, claimed to be looking for a pond for his fish. Fish! In the Colorado desert. Claimed he'd been robbed and wronged by Bug Eyes while wandering the desert by the stars. Damn fool thing to do, but he was adamant he was close to the Treasure of Syl McCoy, y'see. The thought seemed to obsess him enough to make Pat jump. Growlin' Bill was taking none of his bluster though and struck a bargain. The Treasure for Bug Eyes."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 2:52:05 GMT
Growlin' Billy Hatnell. Sounds like a character from The Gunfighters. "Growlin' Billy Hartnell and his protegee, Pat the Japer. A comedy pair if ever I saw 'em. Old man was mean with a shotgun and the tramp was as deadly with a Joker as Ol' Man Cushing was with the sawbones's knife. They met with the local magistrate Messer Pertwee, overseein' a caravan of wine to the town personally, to discuss the release of Bug Eyes Baker from the local jail. Their client, Messer Peter Davison was late of Gloriana and English shores, he'd wanted Baker, but never said why. The magistrate was a pretty spruce fella. Not born rich, but sure liked pretending he was. He was less than inclined to help until he'd managed to cardsharp Pat out of his recorder. Promised him a thousand in return, but he agreed to Bug Eyes release... 'Cept only problem was that, well, they found Sheriff Stewart brought in the wrong man. The curly haired fella in his place wore the most peculiar threads, claimed to be looking for a pond for his fish. Fish! In the Colorado desert. Claimed he'd been robbed and wronged by Bug Eyes while wandering the desert by the stars. Damn fool thing to do, but he was adamant he was close to the Treasure of Syl McCoy, y'see. The thought seemed to obsess him enough to make Pat jump. Growlin' Bill was taking none of his bluster though and struck a bargain. The Treasure for Bug Eyes." Is there any possible way to like a post more than once.
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on May 1, 2017 5:17:05 GMT
Growlin' Billy Hatnell. Sounds like a character from The Gunfighters. "Growlin' Billy Hartnell and his protegee, Pat the Japer. A comedy pair if ever I saw 'em. Old man was mean with a shotgun and the tramp was as deadly with a Joker as Ol' Man Cushing was with the sawbones's knife. They met with the local magistrate Messer Pertwee, overseein' a caravan of wine to the town personally, to discuss the release of Bug Eyes Baker from the local jail. Their client, Messer Peter Davison was late of Gloriana and English shores, he'd wanted Baker, but never said why. The magistrate was a pretty spruce fella. Not born rich, but sure liked pretending he was. He was less than inclined to help until he'd managed to cardsharp Pat out of his recorder. Promised him a thousand in return, but he agreed to Bug Eyes release... 'Cept only problem was that, well, they found Sheriff Stewart brought in the wrong man. The curly haired fella in his place wore the most peculiar threads, claimed to be looking for a pond for his fish. Fish! In the Colorado desert. Claimed he'd been robbed and wronged by Bug Eyes while wandering the desert by the stars. Damn fool thing to do, but he was adamant he was close to the Treasure of Syl McCoy, y'see. The thought seemed to obsess him enough to make Pat jump. Growlin' Bill was taking none of his bluster though and struck a bargain. The Treasure for Bug Eyes." Little did they know though, that Mad Man McGann was also hot for the treasure of Syl McCoy. However, he became lost in the wilderness of the High Atus region, only to be rescued, damn near a decade later by Jumpin' Johnny Hurt. Things went the ways things do, and it was only the combined efforts of Jumpin' Johnny, Dave the Ten (on accounting of the fact he only had the nine fingers) and Matt the Lad that old Bug Eyes was finally cornered, sorrounded by so much treasure he was like one of those London Dandies with their museums and galleries. Tales of what came next would vurl your eyebrows and bleach the mane of your horse, and that's the truth of it.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 10:08:58 GMT
"Growlin' Billy Hartnell and his protegee, Pat the Japer. A comedy pair if ever I saw 'em. Old man was mean with a shotgun and the tramp was as deadly with a Joker as Ol' Man Cushing was with the sawbones's knife. They met with the local magistrate Messer Pertwee, overseein' a caravan of wine to the town personally, to discuss the release of Bug Eyes Baker from the local jail. Their client, Messer Peter Davison was late of Gloriana and English shores, he'd wanted Baker, but never said why. The magistrate was a pretty spruce fella. Not born rich, but sure liked pretending he was. He was less than inclined to help until he'd managed to cardsharp Pat out of his recorder. Promised him a thousand in return, but he agreed to Bug Eyes release... 'Cept only problem was that, well, they found Sheriff Stewart brought in the wrong man. The curly haired fella in his place wore the most peculiar threads, claimed to be looking for a pond for his fish. Fish! In the Colorado desert. Claimed he'd been robbed and wronged by Bug Eyes while wandering the desert by the stars. Damn fool thing to do, but he was adamant he was close to the Treasure of Syl McCoy, y'see. The thought seemed to obsess him enough to make Pat jump. Growlin' Bill was taking none of his bluster though and struck a bargain. The Treasure for Bug Eyes." Little did they know though, that Mad Man McGann was also hot for the treasure of Syl McCoy. However, he became lost in the wilderness of the High Atus region, only to be rescued, damn near a decade later by Jumpin' Johnny Hurt. Things went the ways things do, and it was only the combined efforts of Jumpin' Johnny, Dave the Ten (on accounting of the fact he only had the nine fingers) and Matt the Lad that old Bug Eyes was finally cornered, surrounded by so much treasure he was like one of those London Dandies with their museums and galleries. Tales of what came next would furl your eyebrows and bleach the mane of your horse, and that's the truth of it. Nice. I was hoping someone would pick it up.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 22:03:10 GMT
Chewin' on tobaccy and anger a'shootin' from his eyebrows, Crazy Legs Capaldi makes his way across bush and scrub in the wild sunlight; a mad look in his eye and a fist full of dollars that would choke a horse. Way below the scrublands, he spies his quarry, a younger feller, bit of a pup, truth be told. Swathed in darkness, a strand of ginger hair teased out by the harsh light, he's an unknown quantity, and Crazy Legs is right to be wary.
"Aye!" he shouts below, and his quarry turns, sunlight glinting off of his badge. "Are you the Martial I been hearin' so much about?"
The quarry takes a time to allow his eyes to settle on Crazy Legs. "I ain't no Martial, old timer. To you, I'm the MARSHALL!"
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