So, the MBs have seen a lot of different stories, and a lot of different genres: Science Fiction, Comedy, Medieval, Randomness, etc... (Yes, that is a genre, as of now. ) But LEGO and I would like to present (as far as we know) the first Western. "Epic Eight" is loosely based off of the idea of the "Magnificent Seven," no particular version.
Anyways, we've been planning this since late April. Yes, it took us this long to get this moving. I promise we shall not be quite that slow in posting parts, but don't expect a flood.
So, grab your sombreros and your six-shooters, and let's settle down for some good ol' Wild West fun.
So, the MBs have seen a lot of different stories, and a lot of different genres: Science Fiction, Comedy, Medieval, Randomness, etc... (Yes, that is a genre, as of now. ) But LEGO and I would like to present (as far as we know) the first Western. "Epic Eight" is loosely based off of the idea of the "Magnificent Seven," no particular version.
Anyways, we've been planning this since late April. Yes, it took us this long to get this moving. I promise we shall not be quite that slow in posting parts, but don't expect a flood.
So, grab your sombreros and your six-shooters, and let's settle down for some good ol' Wild West fun.
So, the MBs have seen a lot of different stories, and a lot of different genres: Science Fiction, Comedy, Medieval, Randomness, etc... (Yes, that is a genre, as of now. ) But LEGO and I would like to present (as far as we know) the first Western. "Epic Eight" is loosely based off of the idea of the "Magnificent Seven," no particular version.
Anyways, we've been planning this since late April. Yes, it took us this long to get this moving. I promise we shall not be quite that slow in posting parts, but don't expect a flood.
So, grab your sombreros and your six-shooters, and let's settle down for some good ol' Wild West fun.
Post by LegoAgentFigure on Aug 11, 2018 3:46:10 GMT
Chapter I
I sat there on a chair beside an open window, in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, sipping a rather dusty cup of coffee. The air was dry and heavy with heat. I took a deep breath, and the air dried out my mouth. I coughed, and then drained the cup of coffee. I stood up, grabbed and shoved my flint and steel in my pocket along with a single stick of dynamite. That was my only weapon, apart from my knife I had sharpened ‘till I got blisters on my hands today. It was so sharp that it was starting to slice through its sheath. I took that as well and walked to the door. I opened the door, and saw someone approaching. There was a small stretch of ground between him and my cabin. It was a friend of mine, Grubbs.
“Hey!” He shouted.
“Hey…” I said, and looked past him and saw a group of riders behind him. Grubbs crashed into me, and we both fell to the ground. The riders were pushing their horses faster and were coming up fast. Grubbs kicked the door closed.
“Who-?” I began, and then several gunshots put holes in the door. Holes started appearing from the top to bottom.
“Outta the way!” Grubbs shouted, and we both scrambled out of line with the bullets.
“Grubbs, who are they?! What happened??” I shouted over the loud bangs of gunshots. We heard bullets crack through the wood of the door and splinters fell to the ground. Suddenly, the gunfire ceased. We heard the clicking of six-shooters being loaded.
“I’ll explain to ya later!” Grubbs said quickly.
“Back door. Go, go!” I whispered.
We crawled on hands and knees through the cabin. On the way, I paused to stuff as many supplies into a bag as possible. I took my flint and steel, lit the fuse on my dynamite and tossed it out through the window. Multiple shouts to get back. Once we got to the door, a massive explosion sounded. I jumped to my feet, turned the handle then shoved it open. We both jumped to our feet and ran for it. As we ran, there was a splintering crash as the posse broke the door down.
I sat there on a chair beside an open window, in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, sipping a rather dusty cup of coffee. The air was dry and heavy with heat. I took a deep breath, and the air dried out my mouth. I coughed, and then drained the cup of coffee. I stood up, grabbed and shoved my flint and steel in my pocket along with a single stick of dynamite. That was my only weapon, apart from my knife I had sharpened ‘till I got blisters on my hands today. It was so sharp that it was starting to slice through its sheath. I took that as well and walked to the door. I opened the door, and saw someone approaching. There was a small stretch of ground between him and my cabin. It was a friend of mine, Grubbs.
“Hey!” He shouted.
“Hey…” I said, and looked past him and saw a group of riders behind him. Grubbs crashed into me, and we both fell to the ground. The riders were pushing their horses faster and were coming up fast. Grubbs kicked the door closed.
“Who-?” I began, and then several gunshots put holes in the door. Holes started appearing from the top to bottom.
“Outta the way!” Grubbs shouted, and we both scrambled out of line with the bullets.
“Grubbs, who are they?! What happened??” I shouted over the loud bangs of gunshots. We heard bullets crack through the wood of the door and splinters fell to the ground. Suddenly, the gunfire ceased. We heard the clicking of six-shooters being loaded.
“I’ll explain to ya later!” Grubbs said quickly.
“Back door. Go, go!” I whispered.
We crawled on hands and knees through the cabin. On the way, I paused to stuff as many supplies into a bag as possible. I took my flint and steel, lit the fuse on my dynamite and tossed it out through the window. Multiple shouts to get back. Once we got to the door, a massive explosion sounded. I jumped to my feet, turned the handle then shoved it open. We both jumped to our feet and ran for it. As we ran, there was a splintering crash as the posse broke the door down.
I sat there on a chair beside an open window, in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, sipping a rather dusty cup of coffee. The air was dry and heavy with heat. I took a deep breath, and the air dried out my mouth. I coughed, and then drained the cup of coffee. I stood up, grabbed and shoved my flint and steel in my pocket along with a single stick of dynamite. That was my only weapon, apart from my knife I had sharpened ‘till I got blisters on my hands today. It was so sharp that it was starting to slice through its sheath. I took that as well and walked to the door. I opened the door, and saw someone approaching. There was a small stretch of ground between him and my cabin. It was a friend of mine, Grubbs.
“Hey!” He shouted.
“Hey…” I said, and looked past him and saw a group of riders behind him. Grubbs crashed into me, and we both fell to the ground. The riders were pushing their horses faster and were coming up fast. Grubbs kicked the door closed.
“Who-?” I began, and then several gunshots put holes in the door. Holes started appearing from the top to bottom.
“Outta the way!” Grubbs shouted, and we both scrambled out of line with the bullets.
“Grubbs, who are they?! What happened??” I shouted over the loud bangs of gunshots. We heard bullets crack through the wood of the door and splinters fell to the ground. Suddenly, the gunfire ceased. We heard the clicking of six-shooters being loaded.
“I’ll explain to ya later!” Grubbs said quickly.
“Back door. Go, go!” I whispered.
We crawled on hands and knees through the cabin. On the way, I paused to stuff as many supplies into a bag as possible. I took my flint and steel, lit the fuse on my dynamite and tossed it out through the window. Multiple shouts to get back. Once we got to the door, a massive explosion sounded. I jumped to my feet, turned the handle then shoved it open. We both jumped to our feet and ran for it. As we ran, there was a splintering crash as the posse broke the door down.
I sat there on a chair beside an open window, in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, sipping a rather dusty cup of coffee. The air was dry and heavy with heat. I took a deep breath, and the air dried out my mouth. I coughed, and then drained the cup of coffee. I stood up, grabbed and shoved my flint and steel in my pocket along with a single stick of dynamite. That was my only weapon, apart from my knife I had sharpened ‘till I got blisters on my hands today. It was so sharp that it was starting to slice through its sheath. I took that as well and walked to the door. I opened the door, and saw someone approaching. There was a small stretch of ground between him and my cabin. It was a friend of mine, Grubbs.
“Hey!” He shouted.
“Hey…” I said, and looked past him and saw a group of riders behind him. Grubbs crashed into me, and we both fell to the ground. The riders were pushing their horses faster and were coming up fast. Grubbs kicked the door closed.
“Who-?” I began, and then several gunshots put holes in the door. Holes started appearing from the top to bottom.
“Outta the way!” Grubbs shouted, and we both scrambled out of line with the bullets.
“Grubbs, who are they?! What happened??” I shouted over the loud bangs of gunshots. We heard bullets crack through the wood of the door and splinters fell to the ground. Suddenly, the gunfire ceased. We heard the clicking of six-shooters being loaded.
“I’ll explain to ya later!” Grubbs said quickly.
“Back door. Go, go!” I whispered.
We crawled on hands and knees through the cabin. On the way, I paused to stuff as many supplies into a bag as possible. I took my flint and steel, lit the fuse on my dynamite and tossed it out through the window. Multiple shouts to get back. Once we got to the door, a massive explosion sounded. I jumped to my feet, turned the handle then shoved it open. We both jumped to our feet and ran for it. As we ran, there was a splintering crash as the posse broke the door down.
I sat there on a chair beside an open window, in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, sipping a rather dusty cup of coffee. The air was dry and heavy with heat. I took a deep breath, and the air dried out my mouth. I coughed, and then drained the cup of coffee. I stood up, grabbed and shoved my flint and steel in my pocket along with a single stick of dynamite. That was my only weapon, apart from my knife I had sharpened ‘till I got blisters on my hands today. It was so sharp that it was starting to slice through its sheath. I took that as well and walked to the door. I opened the door, and saw someone approaching. There was a small stretch of ground between him and my cabin. It was a friend of mine, Grubbs.
“Hey!” He shouted.
“Hey…” I said, and looked past him and saw a group of riders behind him. Grubbs crashed into me, and we both fell to the ground. The riders were pushing their horses faster and were coming up fast. Grubbs kicked the door closed.
“Who-?” I began, and then several gunshots put holes in the door. Holes started appearing from the top to bottom.
“Outta the way!” Grubbs shouted, and we both scrambled out of line with the bullets.
“Grubbs, who are they?! What happened??” I shouted over the loud bangs of gunshots. We heard bullets crack through the wood of the door and splinters fell to the ground. Suddenly, the gunfire ceased. We heard the clicking of six-shooters being loaded.
“I’ll explain to ya later!” Grubbs said quickly.
“Back door. Go, go!” I whispered.
We crawled on hands and knees through the cabin. On the way, I paused to stuff as many supplies into a bag as possible. I took my flint and steel, lit the fuse on my dynamite and tossed it out through the window. Multiple shouts to get back. Once we got to the door, a massive explosion sounded. I jumped to my feet, turned the handle then shoved it open. We both jumped to our feet and ran for it. As we ran, there was a splintering crash as the posse broke the door down.
Post by LegoAgentFigure on Aug 12, 2018 9:26:27 GMT
Out the back of the cabin we ran, and went into a stable where my horse was. We leaped on, and I dug my heels into the horse’s flanks and drove it forward with a shout. We pushed on, into the rocky desert mountains. Dirt flew into the air where the posse’s gunfire missed and hit the ground.
“Get the horses! Move!” The sheriff commanded. The posse ran and leaped onto their horses and raced after us.
“What the brick happened?” I asked as we raced through the rocky mountainside, following a beaten track. The horse stumbled on the unstable ground, and almost fell. It managed to recover a few seconds later, which allowed the posse to catch up a bit.
“Yah!” I shouted, and spurred it forward. Suddenly we were ambushed by one of the posse! He leaped onto us and knocked us down. The moment I hit the ground I rolled then scrambled to my feet. The man who ambushed us was huge, with a large greasy black beard. He hit me with a fist as hard as a rock. My vision flashed red for a moment and was a bit fuzzy. My right temple where he struck was numb with pain, and I wasn’t thinking clearly. Instinctively, I drew my knife with my right hand and thrust it forward. I heard a shout of pain, then followed up with a left hand punch, which made contact. I blinked my vision clear, just in time to see another punch come my way. It struck like a horse’s hoof, and I fell backwards. I heard Grubbs shout something, and a horse galloping, and angry shouts from the man I was fighting. I scrambled to my feet, just to be tackled by my attacker.
I sat there on a chair beside an open window, in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, sipping a rather dusty cup of coffee. The air was dry and heavy with heat. I took a deep breath, and the air dried out my mouth. I coughed, and then drained the cup of coffee. I stood up, grabbed and shoved my flint and steel in my pocket along with a single stick of dynamite. That was my only weapon, apart from my knife I had sharpened ‘till I got blisters on my hands today. It was so sharp that it was starting to slice through its sheath. I took that as well and walked to the door. I opened the door, and saw someone approaching. There was a small stretch of ground between him and my cabin. It was a friend of mine, Grubbs.
“Hey!” He shouted.
“Hey…” I said, and looked past him and saw a group of riders behind him. Grubbs crashed into me, and we both fell to the ground. The riders were pushing their horses faster and were coming up fast. Grubbs kicked the door closed.
“Who-?” I began, and then several gunshots put holes in the door. Holes started appearing from the top to bottom.
“Outta the way!” Grubbs shouted, and we both scrambled out of line with the bullets.
“Grubbs, who are they?! What happened??” I shouted over the loud bangs of gunshots. We heard bullets crack through the wood of the door and splinters fell to the ground. Suddenly, the gunfire ceased. We heard the clicking of six-shooters being loaded.
“I’ll explain to ya later!” Grubbs said quickly.
“Back door. Go, go!” I whispered.
We crawled on hands and knees through the cabin. On the way, I paused to stuff as many supplies into a bag as possible. I took my flint and steel, lit the fuse on my dynamite and tossed it out through the window. Multiple shouts to get back. Once we got to the door, a massive explosion sounded. I jumped to my feet, turned the handle then shoved it open. We both jumped to our feet and ran for it. As we ran, there was a splintering crash as the posse broke the door down.
Post by LegoAgentFigure on Aug 15, 2018 0:44:29 GMT
We tumbled down a mountainside and into a dry ditch. My attacker was grunting with pain from when I stabbed him. I blinked my vision clear again, struggling a bit more to recover this time, and heard the galloping and shouts of the posse. I looked up the mountainside and saw them posse gallop by, on the trail of Grubbs. Luckily, just luckily, they didn’t notice me. Probably because I was covered in dust and dirt and blended in, partly because they were too intent on following the trail Grubbs left behind. I groaned and rubbed my head where my attacker had struck me. I glared at him. On the tumble down, his wound had worsened. I retrieved my knife, wiped it clean and sheathed it.
“Bye.” I said to my attacker. It crossed my mind that it would be horrible to leave him behind in this condition. I paused for a moment. Would I really leave him here to meet some terrible fate? I remembered the powerful bashes he gave me - that would definitely leave a mark. Okay, I know this sounds horrible, but yes I would leave him. I climbed up the slope, leaving him behind.
) But LEGO and I would like to present (as far as we know) the first Western. 
) But LEGO and I would like to present (as far as we know) the first Western. 
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*pops back out* 
