Wannabe gunslinger
| Wannabe gunslinger | |
|---|---|
| Monster ID | 1901 |
| Locations | Investigating a Plaintive Telegram |
| Hit Points | 0 |
| Attack | 0 |
| Defense | 0 |
| Initiative | 50 |
| Meat | unknown |
| Phylum | dude |
| Elements | None |
| Resistance | None |
| Monster Parts | head, arm, leg, torso |
| Drops | realistic cap gun |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting a wannabe gunslingerThis kid's got a chip on his shoulder the size of a buffalo, and you're pretty sure his guns aren't even real guns.
RE: Help! Desperados!
This guy must be a new member of the gang -- they haven't even given him a real gun yet. Or maybe they told him it was a real gun, as a fun desperado prank? These guys, they're such cards.
RE: Big Gambling Tournament Announced
It makes sense that this guy would want to be a big-stakes gambler, because he's certainly not much of a gunslinger. Or maybe he wants to use the prize money for gunslinging lessons.
RE: Missing: Fancy Man
You see a young lad propped up against the bar. He looks a little wet-behind-the-ears and a little nervous. You casually sidle up to him to ask about Jeff, but you only get as far as "Hello" when he screams "Yellow? Did you just call me yellow? I ain't yellow, you sumbitch!" and reaches for his gunboat.
RE: Sherriff Wanted
You feel a gun barrel poking you in the back. "Stick 'em up!" says a quavering, high-pitched voice from behind you. "Gimme all your Meat, or I'll come back with a real gun and shoot you!"
You turn around. "Kid," you begin, "is this really the life you want to ermph."
That ermph was the sound of you being punched in the mouth. Okay, if that's how the kid wants to play it...
RE: Wagon Train Escort Wanted
This is one of the younger Hackletons, who still has to prove himself as a criminal before he earns full privileges in the clan. Privileges like being given a real gun. This may sound cruel, but it makes a sort of sense -- if he were any good at crime, he'd've stolen one for himself by now.
Hit Message(s):
He yells really loud at you and frantically windmills his arms, striking you several times. Eek! Argh! Argh! Ouch!
He orders you to draw, and throws his cap pistol at your head. Ugh! Oof! Ow! Ooh!
His gun may not be useful, but he's a dead-eye with a thrown rock. Ow! Ow! Ugh! Argh!
He tapes an entire roll of caps to his fist and punches you in the face. BANG! (CRITICAL HIT!) Ow! Ouch! Ow!
He yells and flails his arms at you, but a couple weak slaps don't amount to much.
He orders you to draw, and is nonplussed when you do the old "draw a picture of a gun" gag.
He shoots you with his pistol. "BANG!" Nothing else happens.
He threatens you with a stick of dynamite, but it turns out it's made of chocolate. (FUMBLE!)
 | You acquire an item: realistic cap gun (20% chance)* |
Occurs at Investigating a Plaintive Telegram.
Notes
- Wannabe gunslingers with chips on their shoulders cannot be stunned or staggered.
- This monster cannot be wished for.
