Hi!
Today Buzgob, another guy and I playtested a homebrewn set of rules. We played two games, the first of which was set in the Old West, the other was set during WW2 (of which a report will follow soon). The prospector (who knew where the gold was) of Free-footed Luke's posse was thrown in jail and he was guarded by Sheriff Sharpe's Concerned Citizens Committee. All the painted miniatures are from FFL's posse and all the undercoated models make up the CCC (they are mine).
First up, Main Street, where all the fun takes place:
Here you can see the prospector in the jail, guarded by the Sheriff and the Deputy.
This is the Saloon where most of FFL's posse (including himself) were playing poker and swallowing large quantities of cheap whiskey. Pious men as they are, they send Preacher to get the Prospector out of jail.
On the left you can see Nathanael the shopkeeper sitting in his shop (which is rahter empty, business must be bad). Just outside is the Greenhorn keeping an eye out for trouble and covering Preacher's back (on the far right).
Another view of Main Street with Preacher in the distance and a lone drifter on his way to the saloon. The brick building on the right is the Sheriff's office where drama is about to unfold.
Due to the excitement of the situation I forgot to take pictures, so we pick up a little later in the story. Preacher had managed to get inside and, escorted by the deputy went to the jailed Prospector. The Deputy, not expecting foul play, was knocked unconscious by the preacher's crucifix. Below you can see the deputy lying unconscious in front of the Prospector's cell. Meanwhile, the Preacher is holding the Sheriff at gunpoint while the prospector tries to escape.
However, the Sheriff, unafraid of anything, grabs his revolver and tries to shoot the Sheriff. He, however, misses. Then, the Preacher opens fire as well, and at point blank range misses the Sheriff completely. By now, the Prospector has joined the fray and makes for the locker where his gun is kept. Back at the holding cells, the deputy comes to his senses and shoots the Preacher from the door opening. The greenhorn, instead of making for the Saloon to alarm his compadres, comes running in.
Meanwhile, Ernest Porter, retired cowboy, has drunk too much and leaves the saloon. Passing near the back of the Sheriff's office he hears noise and to be on the safe side, he draws his guns.
Nathanael heard gunshots coming from the Sheriff's office and, being the Concerned Citizen that he is, grabs his shotgun and hides behind some crates, to see who will come out of the building opposite Main Street. It's the Greenhorn, who edges outside, shooting wildly at something in the Sheriff's office. Smelling something fishy, Nathanael opens fire with his shotgun. Shoot first, ask questions later! The Greenhorn dies horribly in a hail of hot lead.
The Preacher takes too long to get the Prospector out of jail, so Free-footed Luke decides to take matters into his own hands and find out what's going on. Here you can see him leaving the saloon. In this picture, the Greenhorn is still standing, but he will be shot down before FFL's very eyes. In the background you can see the Drifter, looking on with interest.
The Preacher has managed to drag himself, bleeding and all, out of harm's reach (that's his base you can see lying there. The other base is from the Prospector, who has been shot down by Ernest Porter.) After surveying the slaughter around him, Luke pulled of some heroics. First, he charged Ernest Porter and kicked the crap out of him (even continuing to beat him up when he was lying unconscious on the floor. That man is truly evil!), then he charged the Sheriff, as you can see below. The Sheriff, already bleeding from several wounds, tried to put up a brave fight, but he too succumbed to Luke's onslaught.
In the end, when the dust had settled once more on Main Street, the entire Concerned Citizen Committee lay either dead or, bleeding to death on the ground. Probably the last thing they saw was Free-footed Luke's posse, riding off into the distance, with only the Greenhorn to mourn. All the others survived to fight another day.
I think this town needs a new sheriff.
Well, that's about it. Unfortunately, I forgot to take pictures during the battle, but we had a lot of fun. After this we played another game, but that's a story for another day...seriously...I'm too tired now to write it down, it'll have to wait till tomorrow.
Jase
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April 28, 2024, 09:04:41 PM
