Jump to Navigation

booze

 
Keith Rawkings's picture

Happy Trails (entry 14)

Rating:

((From the Diary fo Keith Rawkings))

Man shit is finally startin to look in ma favor. I'm like approachin cloud nine so fast, aint no one gonna shoot me down, not even that "Maverick" from that old Top Gun movie.
Do I believe in fate? Maybe...
As fate would have it, I walked into that bar door down at Hope Springs, and who did I see sitting there?
Ghostlyn...
Hmm I jist lovee the sound a that name. Kinda gives me that goosepimples. Spooky right?

Keith Rawkings's picture

Happy Trails (entry 10)

Rating:

((I really didn't know how to write this entry up at first, so I put a whole mix of styles in. When the conversations came with Sybil I thought the chat logs were so cool (a lot of one on one character developement) that I felt it was better to just post them here. I really felt like it would give people an inside look at what Sybil is about and how she can express the stolen youth of a young girl locked up under a very tough exterior. Sybs if you dont like the chat logs being up here, tell me, and Ill take it down. I know you read up on FERP, so I hope you like this entry instead.

Keith Rawkings's picture

Happy Trails (entry 9)

Rating:
Keywords:

((From the Diary of Keith Rawkings))

So today I got up and did nothin.'' Went up to the roof  and smoked a blunt. Started dancing' on top of that old messed up roof. There was a big gaping hole where half of the roof used to be, so if I fell down, I'd probably only hit the floor and not the ground. I Just hung out there for a while.
((Queue up Billy Idol's "Dancing with myself" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FG1NrQYXjLU ))

Keith Rawkings's picture

Happy Trails (entry 8)

Rating:

((From the Diary of Keith Rawkings, spell check later))

Well I ran out of booze and was feeling more lucid than I had in a long time. My conscience started to tug on me about the shoot out. Don't ask me why. Just wanted to tell her and get the burden off of my chest. I galloped back into Serenity Falls and went right up to the mayor's office. She wasn't in. I did a little gallop around town and couldn't find her. And then I came upon one sweet site.

Keith Rawkings's picture

As the Tumble Weed rolls, chapter two"

((Alright, so I didnt know I was going to write a friggen novel today. Read it if you have the time. Tell me if its boring. I think Ive been writing it for two hours and I'm still going to write a journal entry later. Will spellcheck when I have the time. Cya later in game))

 

Keith Rawkings's picture

"As The Tumble Weed Rolls," chapter 1.

Rating:
Keywords:

 

A knock at the door to the bar… 

 

A massive headache. ..

 

Men in black suits and dark sunglasses…

 

There’s a job. What was the job? What the hell was the job?

 

The man in the white labcoat…

 

“LifeCycle program”

 

Keith Rawkings's picture

Happy Trails (entry 6)

Rating:

((hey sorry if I didn't mention folks, I did recognize a lot of people I've seen before, but Keith never formally "met" them yet. He was also a little intoxicated. Also, I hope it's not too long of a read. I'll spell correct more later and maybe fix the paragraph specing, but now I'm just going to go in game and play already! Cya all in game, was a great night for RP, last night!))

Keith Rawkings's picture

Happy Trails (entry 5)

Rating:

 

((From the diary of Keith Rawkings))

 

 

 

Galloped like hell outa that shootout. Don’t know, don’t care anymore. Head still hurts from the bullet fragment. Kept going on north ‘til I hit that little town a Hope Springs. I saw a nice lookin’ cornfield nearby, and I thought it might be a nice place to go git drunk. But I remember goin’ on up to the edge a that field and seeing a strange site.

Keith Rawkings's picture

Happy Trails (entry 3)

Rating:

From the diary of Keith Rawkings:

Long weekend. Started on high speed, ended in a crash. Met someone the other night. Big bonfire. Crazy zombie guy with a shovel playing music there. She liked my threads. Must be the hattt..  Chick magnet. Enforcer gal...with a fiery red sombrero and cute pink revolvers.  Bet they shoot bubblegum. Why do opposites attract?

The Personal Journal of Markus Blood: Entry 001

 

     I’ve read that journaling can be good for a person, so I’ve decided to make an attempt. This will be my first time at writing something strictly non-technical, so I am doing my best to document the experience as I go. The grand question is: where to start?

 

A Moment of Weakness

Rating:

 

“Every rose, has its thorn… just like every night, has its dawn… just like every cowboy, sings a sad, sad song…” BOOM!

The music stopped abruptly as the .50 calibre round turned the refurbished stereo back into the pile of scrap it had started as, albeit now in slightly less potentially useful condition.

 

That one is not going in the fucking daily mix.

Subscribe to RSS - booze


Main menu 2

by Dr. Radut