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Dog picks up a dried branch and wags her tail. The Farmer unclenches their fist experimentally; the triangle burnt into their palm is acting up. The pair share a look.
The Farmer: First I got to scare us up a living. You wait.
The Farmer walks out into the dusty brush, and Dog follows.
The Farmer has planted a plot of wheat! Come harvest time they be able to make and/or sell all kinds of wheat based produce! Success!
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After hours of work, the Farmer takes the chewed up branch from Dog’s mouth. He flicks it sideways, and squints after the pale horse.
Dog has scars on her shoulders from pulling a heavy cart a damn long way. Their wounded leg will heal fine if cleaned a regularly, and the bastard flies kept off. The Farmer does so.
More than that, Dog was once a wild, badland horse. The kind of horse you’d paint on your tipi. The Farmer clenched their fist. The kind of horse somebody would paint on their tipi. This horse was stolen, and the thieves must have come up against something that ended them.
The day is done! The farm has grown and Dog is almost well enough to be ridden!
The Farmer has 2 energy, and so the top two votes will come to pass!
Time to vote!
A. More farm, farm harder. Any crop in mind?
B. Training montage with Dog. This will heal her fully.
C. Visit the town. Anyone in mind?
X. ___________! Surprise me. Each additional vote from another poster for your idea gains an extra +2 mega-votes. To agree with someone’s idea, quote them in your post.
Consider stuff like building something out of the scrap, or chatting to Chance in town.
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Mojo_JojoWe are only now beginning to understand the full power and ramifications of sexual intercourseRegistered Userregular
X The hole calls us.
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The Farmer gazes into the hole. It was a well, at one point. The circumference is marked by shattered bricks, the laminate structure of the well most have been smashed into the hole itself some time ago. It’s dark down there. He can’t see the bottom.
After lassoing an old rope to a tree and throwing it in, he climbs down into the shadows of the earth.
There’s a skeleton down the hole. Short, real short. Below the knee... the bones fuse into one, ending in flat, curved... you might say... fins.
The Farmer squints.
The skeleton is dressed in cloth rags—might have been more at one point, but they’re filthy and mostly eaten away. There’s a pocket, and what could be a blanket half covering the... leg.
Old brickwork from when this hole was a well are scattered around, plus a smashed bucket. Besides that there is a small tunnel in a break in the rock, a muddy little gap that might only go back a few feet. It’d be a Hell of a squeeze for the Farmer to look in it much.
The Farmer takes a breath, and feels the scent of disturbed earth and tepid water cling to his throat. He clenches his fist.
Let’s hear it then:
A. Search the remains.
B. Leave it be, and get out.
C. Squeeze into the muddy tunnel.
———
Meanwhile...
The Sheriff unlatched the gate and stepped onto the farm with his deputy in toe. He spun the cylinder of his revolver playfully as he spoke over the tobacco in his cheek.
The Sheriff: Looks like an unlicensed horse for a start Lucky. You write that down. Can’t wait to meet this crow bait son of a bitch.
Give me a facial feature of our good, upstanding Sheriff.
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Mojo_JojoWe are only now beginning to understand the full power and ramifications of sexual intercourseRegistered Userregular
C More hole!
Looking at the Sheriff is like looking into the face of a god. It's a beauty that can only be described as divine. Angels dance in the periphery of your vision. There is strange shimmering harp music. After there's a terrible emptiness and a feeling that it will never be possible to feel joy again
It usually only lasts a couple of days. There's no wonder he always gets his man. And woman. And undocumented horse.
Homogeneous distribution of your varieties of amuse-gueule
A. It's on our farm, it's our fish abomination skeleton, and anything on it is also ours.
The sheriff's face looks like ten miles of bad road crammed into a five pound sack. A roadmap of deep scars, half healed pits and infected ingrown hairs. One eye a milky white and the other a dull, lifeless gray with a tendency to wander. Patches of wispy hair that are only there because this head hasn't seen a comb in years. He looks like a nightmare that crawled out of the umpteenth bottle of rotgut from the still behind the Law's outhouse.
If it weren't for the fact that he's still walking and talking, any halfway competent doctor would declare him dead... from a safe distance upwind.
Lucky, the deputy, isn't visible to anyone else.
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JedocIn the scupperswith the staggers and jagsRegistered Userregular
A Hell yeah, amateur osteology, my favorite, get into them skeleton bones.
The sheriff has one ear that sticks out a little further than the other and is kind of folded down at the top. It's possible that nobody he has ever encountered has noticed it, but it snags his attention every time he catches his own eye in a mirror.
A) Because if we have an infestation, we should know now.
The Sheriff has a weird facial hair sort of thing. He has a unibrow yes, but whats more, it also connects to his big bush moustache, making a ring of thick hair around his face
Surveying the ‘mermaid’ up close, and rustling through what remains of its clothing, the Farmer finds two things. First, a satchel of seeds—apples, pears, some citrus looking ones maybe. The Farmer doesn’t know. Next, an empty Peacemaker. With beautiful cursive the gun is dubbed Sweetheart.
The skeleton doesn’t have a hole in it, the Farmer notes.
The Farmer has the gun in one hand, the lantern in the other; its dim light trailing over the skeleton’s fixed expression. What will he do next?
A. Get out of the hole.
B. Squeeze themselves into the gap that was surely clawed out by the dead mermaid.
Dog kicks up dust as Lucky attempts to wrangle her. He’s thrown back away and cracks his back on the newly planted garden.
Lucky: God damn bad hoss! This thing ginning around like a... like I don’t know what!
The Sheriff looks passed Dog, paying no mind to his fallen deputy. He spins his revolver and holsters it, then draws it again. Then he steps into the Farmer’s cabin, and leans out of the kitchen window.
The Sheriff: Lucky, I said grab that horse.
The Sheriff
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Mojo_JojoWe are only now beginning to understand the full power and ramifications of sexual intercourseRegistered Userregular
B The mermaid wants us to go deeper. It needs us too.
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RingoHe/Hima distinct lack of substanceRegistered Userregular
A The hole will be there later. Dog the Horse is in trouble now. My name ain't Ryo Hazuki.
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JedocIn the scupperswith the staggers and jagsRegistered Userregular
A As our grandpappy always used to say, a sachet of mysterious seeds in the hand is worth two certain horrible deaths in a mysterious bone chasm, to say nothing of a bonus revolver.
B - The hole requires sacrifice! The hole is us. The hole. The hole. The hole. The sheriff can have our horse... for now. Because we must become one with the hole.
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Dog the Horse, you sit tight, gonna go till the good earth.
No time to farm, we've got a nameless horse to groom
Got to see whether Neigh-burrr can actually talk.
———
The Farmer has planted a plot of wheat! Come harvest time they be able to make and/or sell all kinds of wheat based produce! Success!
———
The day is done! The farm has grown and Dog is almost well enough to be ridden!
The Farmer has 2 energy, and so the top two votes will come to pass!
Time to vote!
A. More farm, farm harder. Any crop in mind?
B. Training montage with Dog. This will heal her fully.
C. Visit the town. Anyone in mind?
X. ___________! Surprise me. Each additional vote from another poster for your idea gains an extra +2 mega-votes. To agree with someone’s idea, quote them in your post.
Consider stuff like building something out of the scrap, or chatting to Chance in town.
This hole was made for us.
B. Heal the horse, then they can help with stuff.
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The Farmer has entered the hole! A rope slung around a tree is his only lifeline. Nearby Dog chases her tail.
What did the Farmer remember to bring with him?
A. An oil lantern.
B. His bow and arrows.
C. Jerky.
———
Let’s hear it then:
A. Search the remains.
B. Leave it be, and get out.
C. Squeeze into the muddy tunnel.
———
Give me a facial feature of our good, upstanding Sheriff.
Looking at the Sheriff is like looking into the face of a god. It's a beauty that can only be described as divine. Angels dance in the periphery of your vision. There is strange shimmering harp music. After there's a terrible emptiness and a feeling that it will never be possible to feel joy again
It usually only lasts a couple of days. There's no wonder he always gets his man. And woman. And undocumented horse.
The sheriff's face looks like ten miles of bad road crammed into a five pound sack. A roadmap of deep scars, half healed pits and infected ingrown hairs. One eye a milky white and the other a dull, lifeless gray with a tendency to wander. Patches of wispy hair that are only there because this head hasn't seen a comb in years. He looks like a nightmare that crawled out of the umpteenth bottle of rotgut from the still behind the Law's outhouse.
If it weren't for the fact that he's still walking and talking, any halfway competent doctor would declare him dead... from a safe distance upwind.
Lucky, the deputy, isn't visible to anyone else.
The sheriff has one ear that sticks out a little further than the other and is kind of folded down at the top. It's possible that nobody he has ever encountered has noticed it, but it snags his attention every time he catches his own eye in a mirror.
Dog: Roundhouse kick the Sheriff in the face
The Sheriff has a weird facial hair sort of thing. He has a unibrow yes, but whats more, it also connects to his big bush moustache, making a ring of thick hair around his face
Ain't someone you like the neighbours to see.
They'd be rolling in to put him out of his misery soon enough.
Mighty shameful to leave him down here though.
Have to wonder what came of his carers.
The muddy hole's what comes of having time down the bottom here.
Probably if anything's going to have stood the rot it'd be further in.
Maybe figure what happened here.
C
This’ll take until tomorrow, hang in there cowpokes!
Edit: still loading due to long days vaccinating.
If the sheriff gives us any crap, I say we put him in the hole with the skeleton
The Farmer has the gun in one hand, the lantern in the other; its dim light trailing over the skeleton’s fixed expression. What will he do next?
A. Get out of the hole.
B. Squeeze themselves into the gap that was surely clawed out by the dead mermaid.
———
The Sheriff
The sheriff will never be able to find us if we keep going deeper.
If the mermaid was trying to get out, I don't see why we should go in
Weird dude, our grandpappy, but hella wise.