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nsny.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=rp&thread=48&page=1Somewhere in the Desert on route to Las VegasSpeeding along the long deserted highway in a in a fire apple red convertible sat Mephisto the 6th, and at the wheel, the Robot Devil, smoking a large cigar.
Mephisto: Ah yes yes man master we are nearly there now, nearly there, we shall be in Vegas for your speech to the people soon.
Mephisto appears to be twitching and drooling a little. Suddenly the Robot Devil slaps his arm around his shoulders.
Robot Devil: Indeed we shall my dear chum! We shall declare that the splendor of the world has been enriched by a new beauty! The beauty of speed! A racing automobile with its bonnet adorned with great tubes like serpents with explosive breath! A roaring motor car which seems to run on machine-gun fire, is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace!!
Mephisto doesn't appear to be listen but is staring over head of the car. The Robot Devil puffs on his cigar furiously and turns on the radio, it starts to play;
"one toke over the line" and the Devil sings along.
Mephisto: One toke you poor fool, wait till you see these god damn BATS!!
Suddenly the car serves all over the place.
Robot Devil: YA KAOO, rawg, here You drive. You drive. I think there's something wrong with me.
Mephisto: WHAT!? NOOO we can't stop here this is BAT country!!
To be Continued...
Tombstone - Sheriff's office in the center of townDoc Holliday sits in the . Doc Holliday is sweating and pale, slowly sipping whiskey from a fine crystal glass, with the bottle on the desk next to him. Wyatt Earp walks in and looks at Doc, starts grabbing his guns.
Doc Holliday: What is it? *hiccups*
Wyatt only looks at him again briefly, then glances at the desk.
Doc Holliday: Stop looking at the suspiciously empty bottle and out with it already.
Wyatt Earp: We got riders coming, from the north, look like the Robot Devil's men.
The men get gear up and head out to meet the 20 or so men on horseback riding into town. At there head road a man on a white horse wielding a bow. Doc Holliday leans up against a wooden post, pistols in hand. Wyatt Earp steps out to meet them.
Wyatt Earp: what's the Robot Devil want now, we told you, your not welcome here, Tombstone is a free city.
The White Rider comes up to Wyatt.
White Rider: I am Pestilence first of the four horsemen and You are in the Devil's lands, from here to Limbo is claimed in hi name. Shall you not bow before him, your city shall be wiped off the face of the planet.
Doc Holliday cocks his gun: Well now there buddy, those be some big words from a man who carries a bow. *hiccups*
Pestilence (AKA white Rider): I'm not your buddy, pal.
Doc Holliday: Ay i'm not your pal, dude
Pestilence: I'm not your dude, man!!
Wyatt Earp: Aight that's enough! You got five seconds to high tail it outta here before we start shooting.
Wyatt aims lifts his shotgun meaningfully. Pestilence draws an arrow back.
Pestilence: Try it and you'll be dead before you hit the ground. Poison tipped arrows, nasty venom, feels like your blood is boiling.
Doc Holliday steps forward: Think so? Wana bet who's faster.
Pestilence: Don't make me laugh, you drunk, does look like you could hit a wall five feet in front of you. You must be seeing double.
Doc Holliday cocks his second gun: Ya well now see, I got two, One for the each of you. *hiccups*
Pestilence turns to his men: Lets go.
Pestilence: We'll be back *cough* "Sheriff". You can be sure of that.
Laughter it heard coming from the riders as they leave.
To be Continued...