The Mexican Standoff is a movie cliche where everybody involved is pointing at least one gun at someone else for some reason or other. Often protecting the second to last person to have a gun pointed at them.
So lets see how crazy and mixed up this can get. Describe who you're pointing your gun at, but you only have a maximum of two guns.
Keep in mind, you can point your gun at whom you point it at for whatever reason and it doesn't have to necessarily follow previous events. Like they ran over your dog when you were a child, for example.
To start it off, I'm the first poster, I also have two guns and will obviously point them at the first poster and possibly the second to last poster out of defense. I'm standing over a crate full of gold or secret weapons or whatever the heck it is everybody else wants and I yell "I'M RICH!"
*Pulls out his twin magnums to both beginning posters*" "None of this stuff belongs to any of you. I'm turning this over to the folks at PRIMUS and get it in hands far more capable who have a better idea what this stuff is. I don't wanna hurt anyone. But don't test me."*The lens of his blue goggles reflects over their faces as his silver star badge glimmers*"Or do test me. I don't care either way"
*Comes out of the restroom, points gun to Jon while covering himself with the other pistol and keeping his eye on who ever is about to walk in* "I HAVE NO PANTS!"
Swings through a window and clumsily lands across the room through another window. Gets up after a few seconds and takes a peak inside through the broken window with his guns extended towards the people closest to him and starts yelling and screaming some giberish in Greek :P
Muy Grande
Soi Fon Bankai.. ur.. Guided Missile pulled out of bag of holding from Area 51 seems inappropriate..
So the Cloak of infinite Plains for Rune sword.. for El Gato plains drifter
and a new crate of school books for the poor country kids that speak with a Grenada accent
bullet POE ballet youre probly wonderign if i used all my END well arent ya
well i forget this Qulaar Gatling pistol power replacement
isent the most dangerious alien handgun
would you belive im hidign foxbats glue gun under my chica jovens cape?
Flickers and strobes of light come from under the door to the back hallway accompanied by a weird groaning wheezing sound that rises until there is a *CLUNK*. There are shouts of challenge followed shortly by the crack of gunfire. The shouts turn to screams as the crackle and boom of electrical arcs and the shrill keen of plasma discharges overwhelms them. It is momentarily quiet...
The door is opened and a tall, thin man looking remarkably like Nikola Tesla carrying a mismatched set of weird pulp-era rayguns steps through. He wears a white lab coat, shirt and bowtie, pinstripe pants and wingtip shoes. A strange backpack with what appears almost like a personal satellite dish and a sensor probe is strapped to his back. Glowing coils still sparking with electricity sheath his wrists.
He absently adjusts his tie, muttering, "How very rude of them..." Then he notices the strange gathering and levels his rayguns.
"Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Did he fire for six seconds, or only five?' Well, to be perfectly frank, in all the kerfuffle I've quite lost track myself, what? But bearing in mind that this is a Manmelter 3600ZX, the most powerful handgun in the Empire, and would reduce your entire body mass to free carbon and hydrogen with the slightest pressure of my forefinger upon the trigger mechanism, you're behooved to ask yourself one question: 'Am I feeling fortunate?' Well? Are you, dear chap?"
Let me pause from me conquest of Fay firth a moment....
and Grasp that Question with a
casual Shadows embrace.
I love the sight of a good groveling in the morning..
Princess Wasp form is my Darkness
I embrace you with Lemon Sprite
the positive of the negative and the Power of Grove defence.
Now wheres that Brain Scrambler Pistol.. the list of features is so robust
i got bored at reading the tech manual and just started pushing buttons.
So you are probably wondering what a Faye all of 4'6 in non cm units of measurement.. and a Weight of Girls prerogative [classified] could possibly do to you with this Eldritch Wand..
Well its more the matter of are you willing to fluter a ducet on your future if you try cuttign ahead of me in line
at the kissing gate..
*Metallurgist vanishes as the world suddenly shifts into PWE mode, and in her place stands a mysterious person seemingly composed of absolutely nothing, brandishing a pair of null matter pistols, which are being pointed at posters 16 and 17*
Just because we've all been shifted into an alternate universe that's less cryptic, but somehow not quite a perfect world either, doesn't mean I'm going to let you two off the hook for florid prose.
*turns to poster 11 from Kaufmann Inc* Well, first, I was standing here minding my own business, having found the Lost Treasure of Tinuxitlan when these pantless freaks showed up. Then, everything changed and my memory's kind of foggy. Now I wonder if the treasure's even still the same treasure.
*shifts guns so one is pointed at each of the two pantsless people* "One of you, put on those shorts, NOW!"
"Science teaches us to expect -- demand -- more than just eerie mysteries. What use is a puzzle that can't be solved? Patience is fine, but I'm not going to stop asking the universe to make sense!"
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And the next person who walks in with an anrgy look will get the same *points gun threateningly*
Does a double take, and shifts, drawing down with a pair of sawed off double barrel shotguns, one for Hunter and one for Finn.
"What is with you people thinking pants are optional?"
How dare you demand your trouser-tyranny?
<pulls his Luger and bursts into the room!>
<surveys room full of half naked men with guns>
<backs out slowly>
Ummmm... that's OK... you keep it...
"I claim this experimental weapon prototypes for the prosperity of Kaufmann Inc.!"
*notices the apparent lack of pants, pulls two silenced guns and points them on Metallurgist and Soulstar*
"You two! You seem moderately sane! What the hell is going on here? And why am I using silenced guns in a standoff?"
Hold it right there! You shoot those strangely quiet guns and I'll turn you into a pincushion.
"Haha! My Plan to steal away everyones pants has worked wonders! Now hand over the gold!"
Soi Fon Bankai.. ur.. Guided Missile pulled out of bag of holding from Area 51 seems inappropriate..
So the Cloak of infinite Plains for Rune sword.. for El Gato plains drifter
and a new crate of school books for the poor country kids that speak with a Grenada accent
bullet POE ballet youre probly wonderign if i used all my END well arent ya
well i forget this Qulaar Gatling pistol power replacement
isent the most dangerious alien handgun
would you belive im hidign foxbats glue gun under my chica jovens cape?
The door is opened and a tall, thin man looking remarkably like Nikola Tesla carrying a mismatched set of weird pulp-era rayguns steps through. He wears a white lab coat, shirt and bowtie, pinstripe pants and wingtip shoes. A strange backpack with what appears almost like a personal satellite dish and a sensor probe is strapped to his back. Glowing coils still sparking with electricity sheath his wrists.
He absently adjusts his tie, muttering, "How very rude of them..." Then he notices the strange gathering and levels his rayguns.
"Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Did he fire for six seconds, or only five?' Well, to be perfectly frank, in all the kerfuffle I've quite lost track myself, what? But bearing in mind that this is a Manmelter 3600ZX, the most powerful handgun in the Empire, and would reduce your entire body mass to free carbon and hydrogen with the slightest pressure of my forefinger upon the trigger mechanism, you're behooved to ask yourself one question: 'Am I feeling fortunate?' Well? Are you, dear chap?"
and Grasp that Question with a
casual Shadows embrace.
I love the sight of a good groveling in the morning..
Princess Wasp form is my Darkness
I embrace you with Lemon Sprite
the positive of the negative and the Power of Grove defence.
Now wheres that Brain Scrambler Pistol.. the list of features is so robust
i got bored at reading the tech manual and just started pushing buttons.
So you are probably wondering what a Faye all of 4'6 in non cm units of measurement.. and a Weight of Girls prerogative [classified] could possibly do to you with this Eldritch Wand..
Well its more the matter of are you willing to fluter a ducet on your future if you try cuttign ahead of me in line
at the kissing gate..
Just because we've all been shifted into an alternate universe that's less cryptic, but somehow not quite a perfect world either, doesn't mean I'm going to let you two off the hook for florid prose.
*turns to poster 11 from Kaufmann Inc* Well, first, I was standing here minding my own business, having found the Lost Treasure of Tinuxitlan when these pantless freaks showed up. Then, everything changed and my memory's kind of foggy. Now I wonder if the treasure's even still the same treasure.
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Let go of my EGgO stranger. .
IS Harmon president?
Its bargin bizzar smash hero games
i saw those shoes first back off sister
See rivals with We Luv RW ssigns on backs
see rivals beign chased by UNITY
Run rivals run
see Hero Academy Primer smile
tsuki チーズ ni kawatte oshioki Yo
that is
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lets get neko on this case.. ans settle it over bread sticks and pasta?
- David Brin, "Those Eyes"
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Whaddaya mean "throws a pair of banana shorts in the..." oh.
Wait, sorry. Totally misread that. My bad.
*shifts aim to his eye doctor, who happened to walk in with him*
Fix my glasses, doc! Or, else...