Eternal Goddess Hunger Games
First 24 tributes are up, sames by request
*You* can go to hell and *I* will go to Texas: Old West code, get excited!
Eternal Goddess Hunger Games
Coeus
Alpha1918
Blaidd
Ensign Ledo
Sneedruto
Not Sneedruto
Silver Bullet Sakuya
post reaping please
Cowgirl
That's a good idea in the circumstances.
I
Richard Rawlings
Emmy
Mordred
Roxanne Wolf
Loona Wolf
MaoMao
not MaoMao
Ne-class
Throwing it open to your sames at XX:15.
I
Truck-kun
Vladilena Millize
Oh Emmy, you won the Veronica game I hosted a few nights back.
Congratulations! :3
Not an entry
~L
When the pebsi hits different
Thank you Miss Loona, I had powered down too soon to thank you
-Em
Fram
Slop
Bakarina
Yi Fangshi
Light Imagay
Nezuko & Tanjiro
I'm certain everyone's sick of me saying so but I'd still give a great deal for a more sophisticated sense of humour.
I
Daki1918
If they're in I'm in
By all means, Daki; in fact I think you may just be #24. Cutoff!
I
"We are rough men and used to rough ways"--Bob Younger
Ready to ride?
Good evening Ensign, ready for the Old West?
Ready
Beware...the depths...
Let's get Loony and Roxy!
Quite the sight I must say...
Anywhere, ready to put on a show lad? The players are set and waiting for the curtain.
Bring it on
Have an eye out, Ledo, because a big barrel of gin pushed by an extremely angry animatronic wolf's bearing down *fast*.
Yi wanted the battered old Winchester but grudgingly settles for what he can get.
Bakarina was right, all roads really *do* lead to doom.
I did nothing - nothing - to bring this about, Light.
Apparently the notches on Emmy's pistol numbered one (1) and nineteen (19) more.
It's actually Tanjiro in an extremely degrading "fur suit".
CoueS loses the initial game. Then a best out of three. Then five. Then...
SANJO!
Howdy, Lena. Ready as I'll ever be.
This thing sure packs a punch!
This outta aid in taking out those outside my blade's reach, I reckon.
THGMA
Wait, you're not the girl brat, sorry lady
Thanks for getting me Ingrid, looks like I got out quick, dang
Well I suppose I wasn't ACTIVELY using my face.
Give 'em a helluva time Roxy!
You seem to be adept with ancient technology Ensign
Look at me, I'm Rick Deckard now
Sic semper filler
There will be so much blood as soon as I figure out how to load this thing
Sakuya doesn't beat her horse nearly enough, Emmy.
Light may be as straight as a three-dollar bill but when it comes to shootin' straight and fast he is *mighty* good.
This, Cowgirl, is how Indian massacres are instigated.
Unable to figure it out, Ne and Roxy decide to go with the flow and blame Mordred. She's already wanted for a series of murders that took place for she was even born.
Vladilena runs desperately after a certain truck, which in turn times its stops and starts to malicious effect.
Now I have to fix that Mister Pebsi
Why would people do that to me. I'm nice
Fool, your movements are sloppy!
The controls are rather simple. Reloading is inefficient, though.
My horse says it won, trust.
"This wolf only find some trinkets. Nothing much to note. But there was this one maiden. Skin and hair white as snow... Should the stars align I'll find her again."
[The voice in the wolf's head. Inner monolog as he writes. Shame Blaidd's hand writing is... crude at best...]
Nickels and dimes and bent nails and stones and anything else of a size to ram down the barrel's throat...
Don't worry, Mordred, there's nothing enough peyote can't cure.
"Good morning, Miss Daki!"/"Hey, Daki!"--Emmy and Ledo
In such ridiculous circumstances, Mr Rawlings, I think I actually owe you an apology. F.
"Dear Diary, today I did not fall flat on my face and was in wise the object of much derisive laughter from local idlers..."
Vladilena receives an invitation to a grand necktie party.
Until then the joke's on Emmy and Ledo for their failure to check the privy.
Ne has an unbelievably steely nerve.
Poor Alpha lives and dies like a greenhorn.
This is like Las Vegas, only without the casinos, or other buildings, or streets, or anything else
they're just deactivated humans Ensign Ledo, nothing to fear
He could have at least told us which grave...
Nickels and dimes and bent nails and stones and anything else of a size to ram down the barrel's throat...
At least ammunition is no issue!
As long as they don't re-activate on us!
This is a lot like that amusement park my parents took me to as a little girl, Westworld. The park closed right before the Legion showed up....
Scatter...perish...either...!
I lost to the gay guy and the brats?
[Nose stuck in the journal he's writing. Failing to see the tumbleweed and steps into the dry grass. Falling face first...]
I-I had w-worse!
[Bandaid on his snout please.]
deactivated humans
Emmy, ask for thyself another kingdom. HG is too small for thee.
(Also, and although you might not have brought Mordred in, there was quite a bounty for Coeus.)
LOOK, BLAIDD, A BRIGHT SHINY PENNY!
Couldn't even hit Nezuko while her back was turned, Daki.
Liquor's still flowing freely though, now with extra phlegm!
I don't myself judge, Yi, but you're unlikely to hear the end of this at any point in the foreseeable future.
Am I retarded?
Well nandroids were built with super-fast reflexes
Yes
Sorry lass, I lack info on-
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Pardon me, I reckon you'll find her in the various Inns. Tendering to the patrons. Wonder if she'll tend to wolves...
Sigh
Time for another revenge plot...
That's the bad news, Emmy. The *good* news is that you happened across Mordred's tortured-looking husk on your way to collect the bounty for Coeus and left about the most substantial estate in the Territory.
Good luck holstering your pitchfork in that, Ledo.
Thanks to Roxy's efforts Yi now possesses an extremely modish cape in an attractive shade of "scorched coyote".
That insult can't go unanswered, pebsi.
Uh, Blaidd? Sakuya just leapt across it and is now bearing down on you with the same pistol you see in her avatar image levelled at your head.
At least you *had* a chimney, Lena.
that wasn't Santa Claus!
Fall...!
that was unexpected Miss Ingrid
Cross this line and you'll see how sharp this wolf's fangs are!
I just need some space to ponder and gather my thoughts.
Check those digits!
I'll smoke to my new coyote hide robes
Native Handler1 is hot af..
Well this is new, at least to me. A devastating twister strikes!
Blaidd shrieks and runs.
Fram finds comfortable accommodations and decides to set a spell.
There's so little *of* Cowgirl, Roxy, that although you survived you're going to have to put up with quite a few irksome comments about your gait these next few days.
Ledo anchors himself by driving his pitchfork home at precisely the worst possible moment.
As the possessor of at least two (2) backbones Ne thinks nothing of sauntering outside at intervals to take in the show.
Wind! I don't do well with high winds!
[Fortunately for Blaidd, and unfortunately for Light, someone backs the corgi's fall.]
Oi! Thanks lad, I reckon you-
[Too bad Light was reduced to a red gore.]
Sorry lad...
That was neither a soft nor *clean* landing.
On the first day in the desert sun peb's skin began to turn red...
But what if Ne's so cure of herself she doesn't feel the *need* of a larger gun, Ledo?
In a world of shit, Roxy, but alive and not afraid.
Put some effort into it, Blaidd. For a real country lament you need to write additional verses about how your girl ran off with some smooth-talking varmint, after which your crops failed and you became an alcoholic scrounging for money in spittoons.
There are simpler ways of saying you have a crush on me, Ledo...
Bleh
No worries, though. Just about any gun'll do the trick if you can land your shot.
It's Feast time, folks!
There's no clearer proof of and Fram and Ne's unfitness for life in the West than the preference they show for grub *without* long streaks of tobacco-infused spittle streaking it.
I can only imagine pebsi and Blaidd got into a fight over the best cut.
Ledo chooses the wrong time to relax his policy on the consumption of animal corpse pieces.
This steak is a little too bloody for my taste. Wait...
...
In truth, I miss my sister...
Perhaps I should find me a proper maiden to raise some pups with...
[Too late for that dream Blaidd. Lag-stabbed right in the back.]
Maybe, I'll find her...
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It wouldn't occur to me to contest your account of events, Roxy. *Wink*.
Speed's good, Fram, but accuracy's better.
WNS, let's bring this on home!
Roxy
Ne-class
Roxy bet!
Faith in the she-wolf.
Somehow Ne-class managed to secure herself to a church spire.
And pebsi? weeeeeeeeeeeell, he does have people many miles distant ducking for cover and frantically opening their parasols.
Not this time, I'm afraid. The winner!
Thank you for hosting Miss Ingrid
...You're joking, right?
She has twin-barrel 8-inch-round-firing guns...she doesn't look very amused either way.
....Kkkh.
Well, that's overwhelming brute strength for you.
Congratulations, Ne-class!
Thanks for playing, Emmy.
Don't worry Roxy Sweetheart, I'm here to put you back together~ <3
Thank you for the game, Miss Ingrid! :3
Congratulations, Ne-Class!
Thanks and congrats from my busy Roxy as well! <3
~L
TFH Ingrid!
GG Ne-class!
...Those are more like cannons kek.
Damn....
Nonetheless, well met, sea-maiden.
Many thanks for the match, Ingrid!
Thanks for playing, Ledo.
Good to have you along for it, Blaidd.
Any sparr is good for this young wolf, helps keep the blood pumping.
My pleasure to be part of it.