Dome's Saloon Soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGpvDQ7dv00
Night Zero Write Up
First Drinking Day Begins
First Duel Begins
Hockey and Matts bleed out
Duel Two starts early
Duel Two kills several
Duel Three Begins
Duel Three sees one man dead
Duel Four ends in triple homicide.
"You there! Step right up!" Old Man Dome sat on a stool behind the bar, his Bartender polished a glass and stared straight ahead. "Welcome to Dome's Saloon and House of Maidens! You sure picked the right day to drop in, I'm taking signups for our first ever dueling competition. You and your companions should all sign up!" He motioned for the man at the door to come to the bar.
"Dueling competition?" The man asked. "Sounds dangerous. Even for a Bandit such as myself."
Old Man Dome's face ran pale, "B-b-b-bandit? Well, uh, sure, yeah. Uh that's fine. W-w-w-w-we l-l-love bandits! Why not?! You should know sir, that we use real bullets to solve even the most minor of squabbles here at Dome's Saloon, so yes, it's a little dangerous. But ain't that half the fun? Right? Ha?! Ha?!?" Old Man Dome laughed nervously.
"Sure, I guess. Sign me up. Who all is in this competition anyways?"
"Oh we got gunslingers and gamblers, dueling specialists and the working girls upstairs. Barflies and brawlers to farmers and ranchers! Most anybody with a horse to get here and the want to prove their quick draw skills are welcomed. They'll all be here soon, you'll see! It's gonna be a real humdinger!"
"And I'm assuming I can use my own gun?" The Bandit tapped the grips of his all-black revolvers before motioning to a 'Rentals' sign hanging above a wall of worn, rusty weapons.*GULP* Old Man Dome trembled at the sight of the Bandit's Six Shooters. "Y-y-y-ep. Those over there are just for the beginners, of course." The Old Man reached under the bar, the Bandit saw him but didn't even flinch. "Here!" Dome grabbed a small piece of paper and shoved it towards the Bandit. "Free drink with each signup!"
A barrel chested man with a deformed head entered. In his gun holsters were two short handled sledge hammers.
"I. AM. WAR HAMMER!!!!!" (not a vote) the man screamed at the top of his lungs! "I'm gonna murder each and every last one of you!!!"
"Well," Old Man Dome replied. "I love your enthusiasm, so keep that up. The volume could use some work. Also, we can't call it murder for liability reasons, so you're gonna need to rephrase that last bit before you can sign this here release form."
War Hammer grabbed Old Man Dome by the throat and held a hammer to the side of his head. "And when I'm done with you I'm gonna go upstairs where I hear them ladies laughing and have my way with ea-"
Old Man Dome, the flawless figure of unprecedented equality and unwavering morality that he is, wasn't about to let ol' War Hammer here talk about those gals like that. In one swift motion he unholstered his revolver and fired 3 rounds right into War Hammer, good thing he was only lynch proof!!! War Hammer screamed and smashed Old Man Dome across the head with a hammer. They both crumpled to the floor.
With his dying words War Hammer muttered "Boys, kill 'em all. Kill every last one of 'em.... Do it by the rules though, the Dueling tournament thing. We may be bandits, but we ain't above rules."
Old Man Dome was bleeding from his ear but no more unconscious than usual. He too muttered his last words, "You shoulda listened to me. I knew Iron Man was in the game!" The group looked at each other confused, the old man must've really taken some serious damage to the head
Old Man Dome was Green/Town-Aligned
War Hammer was the Bandit Leader.
Town Aligned - Eliminate all threats to Town.
Bandit Aligned - Own at least half of the games population to win.
Other - Unknown.
Player biographies may or may not influence the ability that player is given. It will not influence their alignment.