Deadlands: HoE: VicVictor Vic Silverburg:Deadlands: HoE: Vic by ~CanRay
Concept: Road Warrior turned "North American Hero"
Goal: To find the remnants of his immediate family: His Father Phil (Captain of Signals Corp of Confederate Army), his older brother Noah (Confederate Penitent Soldier due to Three Strikes law on violent offences), his older sister Mary (Gunnery Sargent of the Confederate Marine Corps, Armoured Division), and his younger brother Peter (Kidnapped from home, now commands a Road Gang and Slaver Group operating out of Texas).
Appearance: Vic stands at a mighty 6'3 tall, and stands and moves as if he's a much larger man. He obviously was once a large person, but something has eaten away at his musculature. He has a scar running from the left temple from his black hairline, down towards his left eye, bisecting his eyebrow. His eyes are a dark grey, almost steel-like in colour. He wears scavenged Black C
Weird Out WestWeird Out WestWeird Out West by ~YakkingYakko
(Our story begins as we slowly fade into a Wild West setting, a small desert to be exact. As an instrumental version of "Get Along Little Doggies" plays in the background, the following caption comes on screen:
"The Wild West"
This is quickly followed by another caption, which reads:
"Tuesday Afternoon....almost Lunch time"
In a bar somewhere in town, a piano player plays a tune on said piano as several cowboys are seen playing cards, drinking, etc. Suddenly though, a loud, high pitched scream pierces through the noise of the bar, and all of the men raise brows and look towards the swinging doors entrance way)
Cowboy 1: Aw no, this again?
Cowboy 2: Eh, Carrot Top usually wanders off if you ignore him long enough....don't worry partner....
Cowboy 3: Wait, if that was Carrot Top, the scream from his victim would have been a lot more girlish, and it would have taken a lot longer to get the ringing outta my ears.
(Cowboy 2 considers this with a hand to his ch
Cyrus BradfordThe entire Dakotas to get lost in, and I had to find the one cliff in all the territory.Cyrus Bradford by ~Velvedere
Guess I always did have an uncanny sense of direction.
Though nobody needs much of a sixth sense to tell them that seeing ground that far below you is definitely a bad thing.
I still had a good grip on the cliff's edge. The wind tugging at the flaps of my coat and beating me around the ears threatened to dislodge me with every gust, but I held on, remembering to make myself breathe. Slow and even. No sense in making myself dizzy. Between the mountain lion crouching overhead and the ground roughly a hundred feet below where I dangled, I was having a difficult time deciding which way to go.
My father always said something like this would happen if I went out west.
Guess he wasn't wrong about everything.
I'm sure the mountain lion would have been thrilled to know that.
I think it was a mountain lion.
It didn't quite look like any mountain lion I'd ever seen before.
It had horns. I hardly claim to be a
The Black RegimentDeep, deep within the dark wastelands of the Hunting GroundsThe Black Regiment by ~Buzzardloved
Sgt. Major Leroy Tortan adjusted himself slightly on his horse, shifting the position of his Calvary saber as he did so. Currently, he was enjoying the view as he watched more raw recruits pour in. It felt good to see so many proud men and woman joining the regiment so selflessly. They would usefully drop in confusion, gripping their death wound with their hands out of habit. Then, the reality of their situation would just kind of come crashing down on them, giving out one final scream before the nature of the Hunting Grounds crushed them completely. Then they would grow silent, and their blood would seep out so beautifully and dress in Leroy's beloved colors.
It felt so good to see so many people just eager to join his lovely battalion.
In all truth, Leroy couldn't tell you whether he fought for the North or the South while he was still alive. Sometimes he remembered it one way, sometimes the other. One moment he would
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