Last Chance Saloon - The Not So Magnificent Seven
May 7, 2018 16:07:30 GMT -5
The Anarchist likes this
Post by Tyler Scott on May 7, 2018 16:07:30 GMT -5
Last Chance Saloon
The Not So Magnificent Seven
Tyler Scott is known throughout the land as a feared and highly successful gun-slinging bandit.
Over two decades Scott terrorised regal families travelling through the Old West. In skilful and meticulously planned raids, Tyler look the money and possessions from the richest people in the country. In his eyes, they did not earn their wealth. They benefited from inheritance and the hard-work of slave-labour to build their empires. Tyler did not share their ethics and decided to take it upon himself to take their riches and put them to better use. At first, the intended to recycle the stolen money to those in need. Tyler wished to help poor families to help feed their children. In reality, Tyler held onto the money. At the end of a long-day of being a bandit, Scott would usually find himself sat at a bar; part of a high-stakes card-game or a brothel, or some combination of all the above. Tyler got greedier and increasingly desperate.
At this stage of his life, everything seems like a last chance.
He returned to the town of Pureclass after a long period of self-imposed exile. After being a renowned bandit in the west; and making a reasonable living from it, he headed east in search of bigger opportunities and greater riches. Investing his accumulated plundered wealth from years of stealing from moral-less criminals and over-entitled rednecks - he ventured to new lands looking to multiply his fortune and forge a new legacy. Those opportunities never appeared. The riches never materialised. What little money he did come across was soon wasted on liquor and gambled away frivolously. Now older, somewhat wiser and significantly poorer - he returned to Pureclass to rebuild his career and his lifestyle.
As Tyler walks into the saloon, he knows that this battle could be his last. But it could also be a gateway to personal redemption.
Tyler has heard on the grapevine that a fellow bandit had in their possession a golden prize which could change one’s fortunes. Rumour has it that the bandit who has the loot is passing through Pureclass and it understood to be at the town saloon at some point today.
Tyler orders a drink, takes a seat and lies in wait for suspicious activity. He looks around, making eye contact with another man. In the corner of the saloon a regular patron sits. A red-headed stranger, sitting in ‘his’ chair, minding his own business. For many years he has frequented this establishment on a daily basis – but, on this day, he is about to realise he is in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Across the saloon is the holy man of Pureclass - Reverend Willard. In his daily priestly routine, the Reverend comes into the saloon in an attempt to save broken soul. He believes that he can help the alcoholics, the criminals and the generally sinful to see the light of God. Today, the Reverend will meet his maker.
Local small time criminal Randy ‘Razor’ Slapdash enters the bar. His nickname was self-exclaimed. Randy thought of himself a being sharp as a razor blade. The other locals went along with it – the irony was too fitting. It became a running joke as everyone knew that ‘Razor’ was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. From his earliest memories, the plucky upstart had a dream. He wanted to be the next Jesse James and not even his lack of criminal competence prevented him from pursuing his aspiration. What he lacked in intelligence, he more than made up for in determination. His persistence had to be admired. Razor was here in search of the allusive loot. If he could claim it, it would be the biggest achievement of his life. Except he had no idea that six other dangerous individual were already in the saloon.
Arica Lewitt is a notorious troublemaker. Sneakily hiding behind a newspaper and under a draping hat, she stares daggers at everyone. Her piercing stare is very apt as she is knife throwing expert. Whilst Arica will use any available weapon at her disposal, the feel of a knife and its brutality matches her personality perfectly.
A big beefy meathead by the name of Braddock stands at the bar. Braddock had come from three towns over where he is known for breaking men’s legs and arms. He makes his money doing the dirty work of others – a bounty-hunter or enforcer. However, upon hearing the news that there was a lucrative prize in Pureclass, he has brought it upon himself to chase the glory for himself.
Wasp and High Tide are pair of petty thieves. Their reputation is that of distraction crimes and confidence tricks. Working together, they have conned money out of hundreds of unknowing victims. In the corner of the saloon they sit with drinks in hand, surveying the scene.
On the stage, Gerard Angelo performs. Angelo was a former bandit, just like Tyler Scott. The two had never crossed paths directly, but Tyler knew of his successful heists and fearsome standing in the criminal world. However, unlike Tyler Scott, Gerard was a more flamboyant crook. He took pleasure in elaborate displays when robbing his victims. It was performance art and soon he was known across the land for his charisma. Soon the wealthy families wanted to be robbed by Gerard. It was entertaining. It was almost like paying a jester to perform. After a while, Gerard Angelo was invited to the west coast, to a new-found entertainment scene in a place called Hollywood, where we would act in plays and perform musical numbers. Angelo had turned from delinquent to celebrity. Now, on his latest tour, Gerard Angelo was performing here in Pureclass, apathetically mumbling tunes to a disinterested crowd, and a room full of tense assassins waiting to strike.
Tyler Scott examines each person in the saloon in turn, weighing up the likelihood of each character holding the prize. Razor, Wasp, High Tide, Arica, Braddock. None of it makes sense. They are all chasing something. They are all wanting to make a name for themselves. If they already had possession of the loot, they would not be here. So…that only leaves…
Tyler turns his attention to the stage. Gerard Angelo is in full dramatic swing – hitting high notes as the piano ivories tinkle merrily. Scott suddenly realises that the only man who would be arrogant enough to flaunt his wealth and success in plain sight is Gerard Angelo. He has found the culprit. He has found the treasure.
Tyler pulls back his trench coats and reaches into his pocket. Rising to his feet, he pulls his gun and fires directly at Gerard Angelo. One shot to the head. Blood and brains splatter across the stage as everyone else dives for cover.
As the other five assassins realise what is going on, they spring into action. Bullets begin to fly. Knives tear through the air.
Tyler dives for cover behind the piano. The musician drops to the floor and, upon seeing Tyler Scott right beside him, crawls to a back room.
The red-headed stranger takes a bullet to the gut. Caught in the cross-fire, the nameless bearded man slopes on the floor. With a shotgun wound to the belly, it does not take long him to bleed out. He should have stayed away.
Reverend Willard takes a knife to the neck, severing his artery. 30 seconds of breathless panting whilst paddling in his own blood pass before his heart stops beating. His God did not save him this time. His God will not save him in the next life either.
High Tide, Wasp, Braddock and Arica all shoot wildly until they all run out of ammunition. They all take cover to reload as bystanders take their chance to flee from the scene.
In an act of questionable bravery mixed with a heavy dose of stupidity, Razor appears from behind the wall and begins unloading a barrage of widely aimlessly bullets. A fit of rage overtakes him and plunges him into greater danger. His enemies take cover as bullets smash spirit bottles and windows in all directions. With both hand guns emptied of their 12 bullets, Razor stands in the middle of the saloon in a sudden silence. Realising his reckless mistake, his eyes bulge as he looks for potential cover. However, before he can jump to safety, six loud consecutive bangs echo through the air. Razor drops like a stone with blood oozing from six separate exit wounds. All six individuals, from their respective positions of cover, shoot Razor in the chest and abdomen. Razor hits the floor and dies within a few seconds - a groan of exhaled air marking his decease.
The saloon returns to a deadly silence as all five adversaries shuffle almost the debris, trying not to give away their locations whilst attempting to get a good view of a rival.
Arica pulls another knife, this time from her left boot.
Wasp and High Tide whisper and gesture to one another, planning a coordinated flanking attack.
Tyler Scott peers past the piano waiting for someone to make a move.
Braddock, with his big hefty clumsy boots presses down on shattered glass. The crunching sound alerts everyone to his presence behind the bar. Tyler Scott, pinpointing Braddock’s position, looks up at the bottles of spirits hanging behind the bar. In the reflection of the curved glass, Tyler sees the big bald head of Braddock. Tyler takes a moment to judge his aim and shoots through the bar with perfect accuracy.
High Tide and Wasp attack from different angle, converging on Tyler Scott’s position in a pincer movement. Tyler can hear them coming but doesn’t know which one to attack first. High Tide jumps out. Wasp pops up. They both shoot. Tyler ducks. Both partners look at one another and then down at their own chests. They have managed to shoot one another in a calamitous and fatal error. They both drop dead.
Only two remain. Arica takes the opportunity to charge at Tyler as he stunned and stumbling. She pulls back and launches. As the knife flies towards his head, Tyler drops to his knee. The knife whizzes past his head, catching his ear. Tyler, with one bullet left, pulls the trigger. With a perfect shot, he delivers a deadly blow. Arica’s head explodes all over the wall.
In the centre of the destruction, one man rises to his feet. Tyler Scott, with barrels still smoking, stands triumphant above the bullet-ridden corpses of his adversaries. He looks down at the body of Gerard Angelo and, in a moment of intuition he lifts the lid of the grand piano. He reaches inside and pulls out a large bag, stuffed full of cash. Scott gently tip toes between the bodies and puddles of blood over to the bar. He calmly reaches for the one remaining glass which had not been shattered in the shootout. Tyler knocks back the double shot of bourbon, grabs the bag on money and strolls across to the entrance. Pushing open the double swinging saloon doors, the last man standing strolls out into the sunset.
The Not So Magnificent Seven
Tyler Scott is known throughout the land as a feared and highly successful gun-slinging bandit.
Over two decades Scott terrorised regal families travelling through the Old West. In skilful and meticulously planned raids, Tyler look the money and possessions from the richest people in the country. In his eyes, they did not earn their wealth. They benefited from inheritance and the hard-work of slave-labour to build their empires. Tyler did not share their ethics and decided to take it upon himself to take their riches and put them to better use. At first, the intended to recycle the stolen money to those in need. Tyler wished to help poor families to help feed their children. In reality, Tyler held onto the money. At the end of a long-day of being a bandit, Scott would usually find himself sat at a bar; part of a high-stakes card-game or a brothel, or some combination of all the above. Tyler got greedier and increasingly desperate.
At this stage of his life, everything seems like a last chance.
He returned to the town of Pureclass after a long period of self-imposed exile. After being a renowned bandit in the west; and making a reasonable living from it, he headed east in search of bigger opportunities and greater riches. Investing his accumulated plundered wealth from years of stealing from moral-less criminals and over-entitled rednecks - he ventured to new lands looking to multiply his fortune and forge a new legacy. Those opportunities never appeared. The riches never materialised. What little money he did come across was soon wasted on liquor and gambled away frivolously. Now older, somewhat wiser and significantly poorer - he returned to Pureclass to rebuild his career and his lifestyle.
As Tyler walks into the saloon, he knows that this battle could be his last. But it could also be a gateway to personal redemption.
Tyler has heard on the grapevine that a fellow bandit had in their possession a golden prize which could change one’s fortunes. Rumour has it that the bandit who has the loot is passing through Pureclass and it understood to be at the town saloon at some point today.
Tyler orders a drink, takes a seat and lies in wait for suspicious activity. He looks around, making eye contact with another man. In the corner of the saloon a regular patron sits. A red-headed stranger, sitting in ‘his’ chair, minding his own business. For many years he has frequented this establishment on a daily basis – but, on this day, he is about to realise he is in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Across the saloon is the holy man of Pureclass - Reverend Willard. In his daily priestly routine, the Reverend comes into the saloon in an attempt to save broken soul. He believes that he can help the alcoholics, the criminals and the generally sinful to see the light of God. Today, the Reverend will meet his maker.
Local small time criminal Randy ‘Razor’ Slapdash enters the bar. His nickname was self-exclaimed. Randy thought of himself a being sharp as a razor blade. The other locals went along with it – the irony was too fitting. It became a running joke as everyone knew that ‘Razor’ was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. From his earliest memories, the plucky upstart had a dream. He wanted to be the next Jesse James and not even his lack of criminal competence prevented him from pursuing his aspiration. What he lacked in intelligence, he more than made up for in determination. His persistence had to be admired. Razor was here in search of the allusive loot. If he could claim it, it would be the biggest achievement of his life. Except he had no idea that six other dangerous individual were already in the saloon.
Arica Lewitt is a notorious troublemaker. Sneakily hiding behind a newspaper and under a draping hat, she stares daggers at everyone. Her piercing stare is very apt as she is knife throwing expert. Whilst Arica will use any available weapon at her disposal, the feel of a knife and its brutality matches her personality perfectly.
A big beefy meathead by the name of Braddock stands at the bar. Braddock had come from three towns over where he is known for breaking men’s legs and arms. He makes his money doing the dirty work of others – a bounty-hunter or enforcer. However, upon hearing the news that there was a lucrative prize in Pureclass, he has brought it upon himself to chase the glory for himself.
Wasp and High Tide are pair of petty thieves. Their reputation is that of distraction crimes and confidence tricks. Working together, they have conned money out of hundreds of unknowing victims. In the corner of the saloon they sit with drinks in hand, surveying the scene.
On the stage, Gerard Angelo performs. Angelo was a former bandit, just like Tyler Scott. The two had never crossed paths directly, but Tyler knew of his successful heists and fearsome standing in the criminal world. However, unlike Tyler Scott, Gerard was a more flamboyant crook. He took pleasure in elaborate displays when robbing his victims. It was performance art and soon he was known across the land for his charisma. Soon the wealthy families wanted to be robbed by Gerard. It was entertaining. It was almost like paying a jester to perform. After a while, Gerard Angelo was invited to the west coast, to a new-found entertainment scene in a place called Hollywood, where we would act in plays and perform musical numbers. Angelo had turned from delinquent to celebrity. Now, on his latest tour, Gerard Angelo was performing here in Pureclass, apathetically mumbling tunes to a disinterested crowd, and a room full of tense assassins waiting to strike.
Tyler Scott examines each person in the saloon in turn, weighing up the likelihood of each character holding the prize. Razor, Wasp, High Tide, Arica, Braddock. None of it makes sense. They are all chasing something. They are all wanting to make a name for themselves. If they already had possession of the loot, they would not be here. So…that only leaves…
Tyler turns his attention to the stage. Gerard Angelo is in full dramatic swing – hitting high notes as the piano ivories tinkle merrily. Scott suddenly realises that the only man who would be arrogant enough to flaunt his wealth and success in plain sight is Gerard Angelo. He has found the culprit. He has found the treasure.
Tyler pulls back his trench coats and reaches into his pocket. Rising to his feet, he pulls his gun and fires directly at Gerard Angelo. One shot to the head. Blood and brains splatter across the stage as everyone else dives for cover.
As the other five assassins realise what is going on, they spring into action. Bullets begin to fly. Knives tear through the air.
Tyler dives for cover behind the piano. The musician drops to the floor and, upon seeing Tyler Scott right beside him, crawls to a back room.
The red-headed stranger takes a bullet to the gut. Caught in the cross-fire, the nameless bearded man slopes on the floor. With a shotgun wound to the belly, it does not take long him to bleed out. He should have stayed away.
Reverend Willard takes a knife to the neck, severing his artery. 30 seconds of breathless panting whilst paddling in his own blood pass before his heart stops beating. His God did not save him this time. His God will not save him in the next life either.
High Tide, Wasp, Braddock and Arica all shoot wildly until they all run out of ammunition. They all take cover to reload as bystanders take their chance to flee from the scene.
In an act of questionable bravery mixed with a heavy dose of stupidity, Razor appears from behind the wall and begins unloading a barrage of widely aimlessly bullets. A fit of rage overtakes him and plunges him into greater danger. His enemies take cover as bullets smash spirit bottles and windows in all directions. With both hand guns emptied of their 12 bullets, Razor stands in the middle of the saloon in a sudden silence. Realising his reckless mistake, his eyes bulge as he looks for potential cover. However, before he can jump to safety, six loud consecutive bangs echo through the air. Razor drops like a stone with blood oozing from six separate exit wounds. All six individuals, from their respective positions of cover, shoot Razor in the chest and abdomen. Razor hits the floor and dies within a few seconds - a groan of exhaled air marking his decease.
The saloon returns to a deadly silence as all five adversaries shuffle almost the debris, trying not to give away their locations whilst attempting to get a good view of a rival.
Arica pulls another knife, this time from her left boot.
Wasp and High Tide whisper and gesture to one another, planning a coordinated flanking attack.
Tyler Scott peers past the piano waiting for someone to make a move.
Braddock, with his big hefty clumsy boots presses down on shattered glass. The crunching sound alerts everyone to his presence behind the bar. Tyler Scott, pinpointing Braddock’s position, looks up at the bottles of spirits hanging behind the bar. In the reflection of the curved glass, Tyler sees the big bald head of Braddock. Tyler takes a moment to judge his aim and shoots through the bar with perfect accuracy.
High Tide and Wasp attack from different angle, converging on Tyler Scott’s position in a pincer movement. Tyler can hear them coming but doesn’t know which one to attack first. High Tide jumps out. Wasp pops up. They both shoot. Tyler ducks. Both partners look at one another and then down at their own chests. They have managed to shoot one another in a calamitous and fatal error. They both drop dead.
Only two remain. Arica takes the opportunity to charge at Tyler as he stunned and stumbling. She pulls back and launches. As the knife flies towards his head, Tyler drops to his knee. The knife whizzes past his head, catching his ear. Tyler, with one bullet left, pulls the trigger. With a perfect shot, he delivers a deadly blow. Arica’s head explodes all over the wall.
In the centre of the destruction, one man rises to his feet. Tyler Scott, with barrels still smoking, stands triumphant above the bullet-ridden corpses of his adversaries. He looks down at the body of Gerard Angelo and, in a moment of intuition he lifts the lid of the grand piano. He reaches inside and pulls out a large bag, stuffed full of cash. Scott gently tip toes between the bodies and puddles of blood over to the bar. He calmly reaches for the one remaining glass which had not been shattered in the shootout. Tyler knocks back the double shot of bourbon, grabs the bag on money and strolls across to the entrance. Pushing open the double swinging saloon doors, the last man standing strolls out into the sunset.
