Here in the West; The m en are as wild as the buffalo— Here in the West; The gun shots fire with the winds that blow— Here in the West; The wilderness is one that none protest— When the winds came, so did he. He came without a sound. No one really saw his face. The click of his spurs rang in rhythm with the guns he fired. A black horse followed behind. He killed three. A murderer, a thief, and a rapist. An Injun met him in the center of town. Two black horses. They smoked white smoke and the sun set. When the winds left, so did he. Like smoke. And wherever there is smoke, there is fire. That's when he would show. Whispers told of “The Man and The Injun.” He was searching for something he lost. Everywhere he went, what he was searching for had gone. Everyone he killed had passed on what they had stolen. He never spoke of what exactly he chased. He didn't need to. It haunted him. One day, he left without a word. Perhaps he finally knew where he needed to go. The trail felt empty that day. Fires didn't burn as bright. Tobacco didn't taste as sweet. Following the winds, there he was. At the top of the White Peaks he stayed for five nights. When the winds left, he did not. A pocket watch he held tight. Inside was a picture of a woman. Behind the clock was a note telling him the journey wasn't over. To the coast they had to go. He knew he was getting close. Years went and nothing came. The day he found what he was searching for, he didn't really know how to feel. Retribution. Revenge. Neither brought relief. When the winds came, so did he. He came without a sound. No one really saw his face. The click of his spurs rang in rhythm with the guns he fired. Two died. A black horse stood above him. He died, as did a murderer, a thief, and a rapist. Hands forever stuck as three and ten. Relief. When the winds left, so did he. As he would say, “ At three ten, she’ll be mine again .” This my first GURPS campaign, it will be a sandbox. Set in 1851. Before the Civil War, during the California Gold Rush, and when hundreds of “cow boys” dotted the plains driving cattle herds. Outlaws and lawmen battled for control. Miners and settlers came to make their home. All had the same goal, taming a vast and wild land. Getting this out of the way: the game will be ‘gritty,’ not a cinematic campaign. Players act, the world reacts. Those veteran or new to the system are both welcome. Any strict rule lawyers probably should not apply. I’m not the best at the system, but enough experience. I've done my research. Let me also say that getting shot should not be a goal. Fatigue, hunger, and thirst will be incorporated. There are already many threats besides the people. Plan out any attacks you might make and if you miss your shot, don’t stick around. The game will be Rated R or Rated M. If you aren't okay with said content, you should turn away. Sensitive or possibly offensive topics are likely to come up in this campaign. I'm fine with strong opinions in-character, but we should all be respectful out of character. We’re shooting for Monday afternoons/evenings PST. Tuesday and Friday alternative. I have one player already lined up. I’m thinking that I would like to do Google Hangouts, everything’s in the same place. Microphone and headset is all that's required. That can be decided later, though. If you are interested in joining, please PM (or post) this form once filled out: Name: (or what you want to be called) Skype: Gmail: Tabletop experiences: (any with GURPS?) Expectation of this campaign?: (or what you’d like to see in it) What character would you like to play?: (brief?) That’s it folks. I don’t want this post to be too long. Have a tendency to ramble on!
