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Ramabhadra
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Man With a Harmonica
THE HIGHLAND TIMES
VOL. LXXV.—NO. 1 THIRTY-FOUR PAGES TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 1879 PRICE 2 CENTS
A BRIGHT FUTURE FOR HIGHLAND
Highland, UT. 1879 -- The proud and virtuous citizens of Highland will be elated to hear the latest on a pair of new developments proceeding in town. Henceforth from today a certain SAMUEL PIKE will be officiating as town sheriff upon the law of the land, in the wake of ELIJAH COTTING's departure. Things will continue on as per nature's course. The status of Highland remains satisfactory to all.
Courtesy of Bartholomew Briggs
Courtesy of Bartholomew Briggs
SAMUEL JAMES
SOLE AGENT FOR THEHIGHLAND RANGE!
AND DEALER IN
HARDWARE, TINWARE, WOODENWARE, HOUSE FURNISHING GOODS, ETC.
PLOT:
"Highland hasn't changed…it never does."
At first, they didn't notice.
They came to Highland for the same reason as the others: a stroke of luck, riding high on the prospect of potential prosperity. The clean-cut lifestyle of the town was a welcome change from the grit of the West, a ruthless engine that tended to chew drifters up and spit them out. Somehow they'd landed here, given an opportunity to build a life they'd never had before.
Highland did not come without its quirks. The township's noticeable lack of crime was strange for the area, but could be attributed to the stiffnecked sheriff and his militia of deputies. The townspeople themselves were nice, albeit distant. Not very engaging, but they'd seen pricklier sorts. The curfew was one of the things most griped about, the sheriff's strict admonition about not staying out after dark the one thing that bothered the newcomers. The cracks in the town's perfect visage were there, just barely on the surface.
They chose not to look harder than was necessary.
Until trouble came looking for them.
There was a shot in the dead of night. Mere hours upon their arrival, they found the sheriff sprawled on the floor of his own home, life trickling out of him from a gunshot wound in the head. A pistol rested in one lifeless hand. A crumpled piece of paper was clutched in another. The note was brief but the barely legible scrawl screamed with undeniable urgency:
Your days are numbered. We are many.
That night, Highland changed.
This is an adept western horror roleplay that will ideally consist of 4-6 players. We (@Kuno and I) expect 3 paragraphs minimum per post and a weekly/semi-weekly posting speed. Let us know if you're interested below!
Until trouble came looking for them.
There was a shot in the dead of night. Mere hours upon their arrival, they found the sheriff sprawled on the floor of his own home, life trickling out of him from a gunshot wound in the head. A pistol rested in one lifeless hand. A crumpled piece of paper was clutched in another. The note was brief but the barely legible scrawl screamed with undeniable urgency:
Your days are numbered. We are many.
That night, Highland changed.
EXPECTATIONS:
This is an adept western horror roleplay that will ideally consist of 4-6 players. We (@Kuno and I) expect 3 paragraphs minimum per post and a weekly/semi-weekly posting speed. Let us know if you're interested below!
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