LoneRanger, I stand with you. I don't think the aforementioned "Player X" should reveal himself until he unlocks the coveted Black color. He is a coward in a brave man's world, a mere whisper in a wind storm. If you see this, player X, I do not fear you. Rats have no fear. And if you show your cowardly face on the warfront one more time I will have my thousands of children swarm your home and plague your body. You have been warned. My rats are hungry.

As for OvertForeigner: I suggest you stop being Junior Detective and start manning up and preparing to face Player X. We are all one army.

Berdan131, I am grateful of such a proposal and appreciate the peace offering. However, an outlaw must follow a strict order of solitude. A sojourn of seclusion. Surely, you understand our hesitation. Our people are naturally skeptical of such coalitions, and if this game has taught us one thing- it is that of the agony of the alliance. Though these local stories are intriguing. Nevertheless, I hope our paths do cross, whether it be at the shell of Taco or on the grounds of The Siege of Feldmere.

Berdan is one of the greatest trolls of our time. While darker things may have lurked in ages past, they are no more. You are nothing compared to the unspeakable terrors before you. Things that never should have seen the light of day. Begone, for your power is nothing to me. Begone, before I smite you in my wrath.

The two greasy lowlifes who had been sitting at Ringo's table with him stood up. Each took a step towards the bar, ready to back up their friend.

'It is important,' said Ringo nastily. 'Because the word on the street is that this guy, this stranger we've been hearing about, calls himself the Bourbon Kid. You're drinking bourbon, ain't you?

The blond man took a look at Ringo's two compadres, then looked back down the barrel of Ringo's gun.

D'you know why he's called the Bourbon Kid?' he asked. 'Yeah, I know,' one of Ringo's friends called out from behind him.

'They say that when the Kid drinks bourbon, he turns into a fuckin' giant, a psycho, and he goes nuts and kills everyone in sight. They say he's invincible and can only be killed by the devil himself.

'That's right,' said the blond man. 'The Bourbon Kid kills everyone. All it takes is one drink and he goes fuckin' nuts. They say it's the bourbon gives him special strength. Once he's had a sip he always kills every muthafucker in the bar. And I should know. I seen it happen.

Ringo pushed the muzzle of his pistol hard into the man's temple. 'Drink your bourbon.'

Edited 6/27/2020 06:26:32

To berdan131:
I appreciate the thematic nature of you piece--it truly feels like a spaghetti western, from the language to the names. But I also think you tend to wade too deeply in clichés and tropes of the genre. The characters feel more like cartoons than actual human beings. It would be really interesting to see where you go with this piece--I hope you give us a little more information on what drives the characters. I also think "Ringo" is just a little too derivative. It's only one letter away from "Rango," and also famously the name of the Beatles drummer.
I am hoping to read more about "The Bourbon Kid," and applaud your bravery in sharing your work.

Why does The Lone Ranger have so many friends/alts? He's like a more annoying but less harmful kg.

Ringo pulled his gun away from the blond man's face, and asked the question everyone in the bar wanted to ask: 'So then, Blondie, are you the Bourbon Kid or not?'

'Drinking that piss only proves one thing,' said the blond man, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.
'Yeah? And what's that?'
'That I can drink piss without puking.'
Ringo looked at Sanchez. The bartender had slunk back as far out of the way as he could, with his back pressed against the wall behind the bar. He looked a little shaky.

'Did you give him a drink from the piss bottle?' demanded Ringo. Sanchez nodded uneasily. 'I didn't like the look of him,' he said. Ringo holstered his gun and stepped away. Then he threw his head back and began to howl with laughter, slapping the blond man on the shoulder at the same time.

'You drank a cup of piss! Ha-ha-ha! A cup of piss! He drank piss !' Everyone in the bar burst out laughing. Everyone, that is, except the blond stranger. He fixed his gaze on Sanchez. 'Give me a fucking bourbon.'

were we at the same bar, berdan?

@𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘕𝘈𝘓 𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘈𝘐𝘎𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘌

Yes, I remember you. You're that tall irish-looking guy who always brings a bottle of vinaigrette with him. Nobody really understands why, but neither do I.

Edited 6/28/2020 03:15:43

I always bring a pizza with me

Of course, everybody with red hair must either be irish or scottish. I am no exception.

Fellas, What are we talking about? We are supposed to be finding Player X. Stop slacking off and get to work solider.

@The Lone Ranger
@Sam

Thank you fellas. I must admit though, the story I shared is from the book "The book with no name" "bourbon kid book". I never said I wrote it kek

The Rat King, what are you talking about?
at the beginning it was "thanks player X", then it shifted to "Player X is a toxic player", then one of my comments got an answer like "stop playing the detective and prepare for player X", then you're shifting this thing to "let's find player X"? if someone doesn't know what they're talking about it must be the lone rangers group.

and there was darknesssssss

@The Rash

Where are your friends? We need more quality content like this :)

berdan131,
Unfortunately, The Lone Ranger has quit Warzone after facing constant humiliation on the battlefield.

Jesus rose on the third day, the Lone Ranger will be back. that is all

I like your optimism, soldier

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