The gun contests

[The Storyteller]

Not shooting other people! This is for epic displays of revolver prowess.

[Ambrose Main]

Ambrose Main enters whatever competitions there are.

Firearm accuracy: 50
Firearm speed: 40

[Everett Chancey]

Everett enters, pair of sixguns at his belt.

Firearm Speed: 50
Firearm Accuracy: 40

Trick Shot: Everett can try a trick shot with his revolver, potentially disarming his foes or otherwise doing odd effects he can think up. The difficulty of the shot varies by effect. He also suffers no penalty to his firearm accuracy while mounted from his days with General Forrest's boys.

[Caesar S. Ballentine]

Ceaser entered, his simple 5 shot revolver at his side and looking to shoot some targets on someone elses dime, a habit he hopes doesn't grow on him. Getting a bead on what kind of shots are in this town could be good.

Firearm Accuracy: 40
Firearm Speed: 40

[Frank Jackson]

Frank Jackson is also in with his colt.

Firearm Accuracy: 50
Firearm Speed: 40

[Jason Garrett]

New into town, Jason decides to enter the contest, maybe to have a little fun and trying to win some money won't hurt.

Firearm Accuracy: 40
Firearm Speed: 40

Remington Model 1858 revolver

[The Storyteller]

Round 1: Accuracy + speed + random

Ambrose: 176
Caesar: 166
Frank: 167
Everett: 178
Jason: 175

Writeup tomorrow!

[The Storyteller]

Actually, you all write up what you do for round 1. There's no clear winner so have fun! best written one gets +10 next round for crowd approval, and Everett gets +5 for high roll in round 1

[Everett Chancey]

(I get any bonus for actually having a special ability for this?)

Everett had always found that fun twists on old classics were typically the most effective for impressing a crowd. Nothing too complex the mob wouldn't understand the difficulty of what they'd just seen, but nothing too simple to seem mundane.

With his revolver in his holster he picked up four glass bottles. Any kid with a sixgun and a bit of practice could shoot a bottle off a fencepost. Any pistolero worth his salt could throw up a bottle and shoot it out of the air. So he took that concept and upped the ante.

He threw the four bottles up in the air at the same time, watching them spreadot a bit in their ascent. When they reached their peak and began to fall back down, he drew one of his colts with blinding speed. Fanning back the hammer, four shots rang out, so fast it sounded like one, the quartet of bottles seeming to shatter at the same time.

With a grin as if it was nothing he blew the smoke rising from his barrel, before twirling the revolver and returning it to its holster.

[Caesar S. Ballentine]

Caesar wasn't the type to normally showboat about his talents. Neither was crowd pleasing really, nor was he the type of man who prided himself on his gun-work over his skills with a blade. He did have more then a bit of skill when it came to shooting a gun, and shooting it to be worth hitting anything.

Caesar drew the kerr's patent revolver from his belt, the odd side-hammer 5-shotter having served him ever since he got it during the war. It's configuration he was familiar with, as was his knowledge of its strengths and drawbacks. The only delay between his shots would be his own reflexes, and the design would ensure the black powder didn't have a chance at jamming his gun at all.

He set up 4 bottles, 3 of them set on a nearby barrel for the audience to see, two as a base and a third balanced atop of them, and the other one in his grasp, fingers down their necks as he stepped back, took in a breath, and tossed the bottle in his hand into the air before drawing his gun.

He fired 2 shots, both hitting dead center of the base bottles as he spun on his heel to aim for the one above his head. He shot it with blinding speed, hitting it and cracking it in half as he turned his body to aim at the final bottle, as it began to tip forward. One shot hit the bottom of the bottle, and the final shot struck its neck, shattering it as it landed with a plop in front of the other 2 broken bottles, both its ends cracked off.

He stood as his barrel smoked, the air thick with the white haze of his rapid gun fire as he let out a long held sigh of relief. Hopefully, it would be impressive enough to get him through.

[Jason Garrett]

This kind of thing always seemed a bit of fun for Garrett, his brother was actually the gun wizard between the the two of them to tell the truth. His display would be a simple one, but it usually gave him trouble when the wind was cutting this and that away.

(seemed cliche) Jason picked up a small can, might have been for a container for beans or coffee, didn't matter which. He took in a breath, tossed it into the air, smacking back on the hammer of the gun as the can descended. Five shots rang out and the can danced around in the air as the bullets hit their marks. He then waited a few seconds more until the can was low enough and with his last shot, sent it flying into the crowd of spectators.

He smiled to himself, as this time he didn't miss. He holstered his weapon, bowed to the crowd and took his seat.

[The Storyteller]

Round 2:

Ambrose: 142
Caesar: 162
Frank: 151
Everett: 181
Jason: 123

Everett clears the field, the dapper gunslinger's revolver skills and swagger impressing the crowd the most, though again no one disgraces themself. He gets the bulk of the prize money.

Everett: 25 dollars:

Everyone: 5 dollars