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1d4chan>Random.randint(life) at 01:09, 18 February 2016

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	And come to remember it, neither the gunslinger nor that hoss of his cast one either, nor left no tracks. Pr'haps that's why they stick to the shade.		And come to remember it, neither the gunslinger nor that hoss of his cast one either, nor left no tracks. Pr'haps that's why they stick to the shade.

	And there's the tale of the Five of Hearts, chilluns, the Card that lets its user see in the dark like 'twas day, move ~~quietly~~, leave nary a trace, and kill silently. The Card that forever strips the souls from the dead and binds them to itself.		And there's the tale of the Five of Hearts, chilluns, the Card that lets its user see in the dark like 'twas day, move wi'out a sound, leave nary a trace, and kill silently. The Card that forever strips the souls from the dead and binds them to itself.

	Truly the stuff that a Nightmare is made of.		Truly the stuff that a Nightmare is made of.

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	And come to remember it, neither the gunslinger nor that hoss of his cast one either, nor left no tracks. Pr'haps that's why they stick to the shade.		And come to remember it, neither the gunslinger nor that hoss of his cast one either, nor left no tracks. Pr'haps that's why they stick to the shade.

	And there's the tale of the Five of Hearts, chilluns, the Card that lets its user see in the dark like 'twas day, move quietly, ~~without~~ a trace, and kill silently. The Card that forever strips the souls from the dead and binds them to itself.		And there's the tale of the Five of Hearts, chilluns, the Card that lets its user see in the dark like 'twas day, move quietly, leave nary a trace, and kill silently. The Card that forever strips the souls from the dead and binds them to itself.

	Truly the stuff that a Nightmare is made of.		Truly the stuff that a Nightmare is made of.

1d4chan>Random.randint(life): Finally finished, I think. Took a bit of time to polish this.

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Finally finished, I think. Took a bit of time to polish this.

1d4chan>Random.randint(life) at 18:56, 28 January 2016

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	Anyway, that there hoss, the creepiest hoss I's ever seen, stamps its foot once. Once. The only movement it make all day, and Matthias never seen it.		Anyway, that there hoss, the creepiest hoss I's ever seen, stamps its foot once. Once. The only movement it make all day, and Matthias never seen it.

	The gunslinger's eyes open under his hat, and I nearly try to back up afore rememberin' where I was. As it was, my bottle clinked into the iron hoop, and for a second I thought that I was dead meat. Deader than the Black Joker, so they say.		The gunslinger's eyes open under his hat, and I nearly try to back up afore rememberin' where I was. His eyes, yeh see, had turned ''silver''. As it was, my bottle clinked into the iron hoop, and for a second I thought that I was dead meat. Deader than the Black Joker, so they say.

	However, Matthias was so fixin' on the glint of silver in the holster that he completely miss the dark shadow creeping up behind him. All of a sudden, it lashes out, and I see the brawny arms of Mickey Malone as a garrotin' wire wraps around old Matt's throat. Felt sorry for the pore bastard then.		However, Matthias was so fixin' on the glint of silver in the holster that he completely miss the dark shadow creeping up behind him. All of a sudden, it lashes out, and I see the brawny arms of Mickey Malone as a garrotin' wire wraps around old Matt's throat. Felt sorry for the pore bastard then.

	Well, it was over in a coupla seconds, with the dust soakin' up Matt's blood as Mickey lowers him corpse to the ground. I had closed my eyes, so I can't tell you what it looked like, Johnny. I open them up a peek to see that Mickey is towerin' over the gunslinger, with his shining wire at the ready. He raise his hands up above his head, stretchin' the wire as tight as he can, and grin, mouthin' summat that I can't tell what is. The gunslinger, still breathin steadily like a babby, chest risin' and fallin', flick his eyes around, and they fix on me.		Well, it was over in a coupla seconds, with the dust soakin' up Matt's blood as Mickey lowers him corpse to the ground. I had closed my eyes, so I can't tell you what it looked like, Johnny. I open them up a peek to see that Mickey is towerin' over the gunslinger, with his shining wire at the ready. He raise his hands up above his head, stretchin' the wire as tight as he can, and grin, mouthin' summat that I can't tell what is. The gunslinger, still breathin steadily like a babby, chest risin' and fallin', flick his shiny eyes around, and they fix on me.

	They narrow, and I almost die of fright.		They narrow, and I almost die of fright.
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	Then they flick to the side and down, and with a blur of motion the Card is out and up by his side. He whirls out of the seat, his greatcoat flapping like the wings of a desert hawk.		Then they flick to the side and down, and with a blur of motion the Card is out and up by his side. He whirls out of the seat, his greatcoat flapping like the wings of a desert hawk.

	Did I mention that there was a new moon on that night? The sky was dark, and only the closest of people could even see another. So I could barely see the two, and almost missed the puff of smoke as the Card blasted right through Mickey's bloody wire and his head with the same silver flash. The Five of Hearts made nary a noise, but Mickey~~'s eyes widened in horror as he stare at the gunslinger. His face was the face what I never wants~~ to ~~see again, the face of sheer terror. He opened~~ his ~~mouth to scream~~ afore what that ~~was left~~ of his brain 'membered that he was dead. The gunslinger squeaked the chair around so that Mickey fell into it, and then tilted Mickey's hat down below the new hole in his head. He left him there, gently rockin' to a stop, an' I swear with me dyin' breath that ~~one of his silver eyes~~ winked at me as he passed by with a rustle.		Did I mention that there was a new moon on that night? The sky was dark, and only the closest of people could even see another. So I could barely see the two, and almost missed the puff of smoke as the Card blasted right through Mickey's bloody wire and his head with the same silver flash. The Five of Hearts made nary a noise, but Mickey claps his hands to his ears afore what that part of his brain that warn't paintin' the winder behind him 'membered that he was dead. The gunslinger squeaked the chair around so that Mickey fell into it, and then tilted Mickey's hat down below the new hole in his head. He left him there, gently rockin' to a stop, an' I swear with me dyin' breath that he winked at me as he passed by with a rustle.

	I watched as he sheathed the Card and mounted that horse, if it was a horse, and spun around, galloping off into the darkness beyond the town, leaving behind a man with half a throat an' a man with half a brain. As the sun rose the next day over Mickey's corpse, we all noticed one thing: it cast no shadow.		I watched as he sheathed the Card and mounted that horse, if it was a horse, and spun around, galloping off into the darkness beyond the town, leaving behind a man with half a throat an' a man with half a brain. As the sun rose the next day over Mickey's corpse, we all noticed one thing: it cast no shadow.

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	Yes, yes, you know these things. Pardon your granddad a few minutes of rememberin'.		Yes, yes, you know these things. Pardon your granddad a few minutes of rememberin'.

	Anyways, eventually the stranger come out on the massive porch that circled the whole saloon. He just set there in a rocking chair, tilted him hat over him head, and slept, apparently. Not a body bothered to wake him when the town went to bed. We'd all seen the ~~killing~~ look in Mickey's eyes. I hid outside in an old beer barrel with a bunch o' peepholes, just across from the stranger, and set up to wait. A few shots from a warm bottle of whiskey kept me awake, but I's was still nodding off when a man comes along, creepin' fit to beat a cat. From his boots, he looked to be Matthias Johnson, a sometime drunk with a vicious streak. Matt was known for him tracking skills when he warn't passed out with a bottle of Dead Scratch.		Anyways, eventually the stranger come out on the massive porch that circled the whole saloon. He just set there in a rocking chair, tilted him hat over him head, and slept, apparently. Not a body bothered to wake him when the town went to bed. We'd all seen the killin' look in Mickey's eyes. I hid outside in an old beer barrel with a bunch o' peepholes, just across from the stranger, and set up to wait. A few shots from a warm bottle of whiskey kept me awake, but I's was still nodding off when a man comes along, creepin' fit to beat a cat. From his boots, he looked to be Matthias Johnson, a sometime drunk with a vicious streak. Matt was known for him tracking skills when he warn't passed out with a bottle of Dead Scratch.

	Anyway, that there hoss, the creepiest hoss I's ever seen, stamps its foot once. Once. The only movement it make all day, and Matthias never seen it.		Anyway, that there hoss, the creepiest hoss I's ever seen, stamps its foot once. Once. The only movement it make all day, and Matthias never seen it.

	The gunslinger's eyes open under his hat, and I nearly try to back up. As it was, ~~the whiskey~~ bottle clinked into the iron hoop, and for a second I thought that I was dead meat. Deader than the Black Joker, so they say.		The gunslinger's eyes open under his hat, and I nearly try to back up afore rememberin' where I was. As it was, my bottle clinked into the iron hoop, and for a second I thought that I was dead meat. Deader than the Black Joker, so they say.

	However, Matthias was so fixin' on the glint of silver in the holster that he completely miss the dark shadow creeping up behind him. All of a sudden, it lashes out, and I see the brawny arms of Mickey Malone as a garrotin' wire wraps around old Matt's throat. Felt sorry for the pore bastard then.		However, Matthias was so fixin' on the glint of silver in the holster that he completely miss the dark shadow creeping up behind him. All of a sudden, it lashes out, and I see the brawny arms of Mickey Malone as a garrotin' wire wraps around old Matt's throat. Felt sorry for the pore bastard then.

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1d4chan>Random.randint(life) at 17:23, 28 January 2016

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	They narrow, and I almost die of fright.		They narrow, and I almost die of fright.

	Then they flick to the side and down, and with a blur of motion the Card is out and up bu his side. He whirls out of the seat, his greatcoat flapping like the wings of a desert hawk.		Then they flick to the side and down, and with a blur of motion the Card is out and up by his side. He whirls out of the seat, his greatcoat flapping like the wings of a desert hawk.

	Did I mention that there was a new moon on that night? The sky was dark, and only the closest of people could even see another. So I could barely see the two, and almost missed the puff of smoke as the Card blasted right through Mickey's bloody wire and his head with the same silver flash. The Five of Hearts made nary a noise, but Mickey's eyes widened in horror as he stare at the gunslinger. His face was the face what I never wants to see again, the face of sheer terror. He opened his mouth to scream afore what that was left of his brain 'membered that he was dead. The gunslinger squeaked the chair around so that Mickey fell into it, and then tilted Mickey's hat down below the new hole in his head. He left him there, gently rockin' to a stop, an' I swear with me dyin' breath that one of his silver eyes winked at me as he passed by with a rustle.		Did I mention that there was a new moon on that night? The sky was dark, and only the closest of people could even see another. So I could barely see the two, and almost missed the puff of smoke as the Card blasted right through Mickey's bloody wire and his head with the same silver flash. The Five of Hearts made nary a noise, but Mickey's eyes widened in horror as he stare at the gunslinger. His face was the face what I never wants to see again, the face of sheer terror. He opened his mouth to scream afore what that was left of his brain 'membered that he was dead. The gunslinger squeaked the chair around so that Mickey fell into it, and then tilted Mickey's hat down below the new hole in his head. He left him there, gently rockin' to a stop, an' I swear with me dyin' breath that one of his silver eyes winked at me as he passed by with a rustle.

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	Gee, it was a ~~lawng~~, ~~lawng~~ time ago. It was when this white hair was dark brown and ~~dees~~ knobby knees were brand new. It was when I saw a Gun. The ~~reel deel~~.		Gee, it was a long, long time ago. It was when this white hair was dark brown and these here knobby knees were brand new. It was when I saw a Gun. The real deal.

	Naw, naw, not that old shooter that there man had a few years back. That warn't no Gun! That were a cheap tossoff with a crude heart inna handle. You saw ~~dat~~ man die in his own blood. I sure wish youse hadn't...		Naw, naw, not that old shooter that there man had a few years back. That warn't no Gun! That were a cheap tossoff with a crude heart inna handle. You saw that man die in his own blood. I sure wish youse hadn't...

	Listen up, chilluns. My old bones won't be knocking around these here parts much ~~lawnger~~, and I has more than a few stories what to tell you afore I goes. Gather round...I's only gonna say this once.		Listen up, chilluns. My old bones won't be knocking around these here parts much longer, and I has more than a few stories what to tell you afore I goes. Gather round...I's only gonna say this once.

	I was 8, 10, hell, maybe 12-ish, Lord knows I can't remember. The part I remembers best is that I was cocky and oh-so-sure of mahself.		I was 8, 10, hell, maybe 12-ish, Lord knows I can't remember. The part I remembers best is that I was cocky and oh-so-sure of mahself.
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	I was working up the courage to approach him, and I's almost had it, too, when we's all hear an agonized scream from outside, and a sound of sobbing. The stranger stirred a bit, and methinks that he sighed, but he still made nary a noise. He got up, with his gray leather greatcoat swirling around him, raised a finger for another, tossed the coin on the bar to get it, and turned on his heel and strode outside. His coat parted a bit as he turned, and I catch a dark flash, like light glinting off darkened steel. That flash stuck around in my eyes for an annoying time, so my vision warn't as good as it coulda been.		I was working up the courage to approach him, and I's almost had it, too, when we's all hear an agonized scream from outside, and a sound of sobbing. The stranger stirred a bit, and methinks that he sighed, but he still made nary a noise. He got up, with his gray leather greatcoat swirling around him, raised a finger for another, tossed the coin on the bar to get it, and turned on his heel and strode outside. His coat parted a bit as he turned, and I catch a dark flash, like light glinting off darkened steel. That flash stuck around in my eyes for an annoying time, so my vision warn't as good as it coulda been.

	I follered him outside, to find him facing Mickey Malone. Mickey was standing in front of Ralphie, a big lanky brute of a boy, with a habit of doing first and thinking later. Ralphie was sobbing. What remained of his hand was wrapped up in a crude hankie, with blood staining the dry dirt. The hoss was jest standing there, jest standing there...with blood trickling down its chin. I watched as a pink tongue stained with ~~read~~ cleaned its mouth off, removing th' criminal trickle.		I follered him outside, to find him facing Mickey Malone. Mickey was standing in front of Ralphie, a big lanky brute of a boy, with a habit of doing first and thinking later. Ralphie was sobbing. What remained of his hand was wrapped up in a crude hankie, with blood staining the dry dirt. The hoss was jest standing there, jest standing there...with blood trickling down its chin. I watched as a pink tongue stained with red cleaned its mouth off, removing th' criminal trickle.

	Mickey growled 'I don't know you or this devil beast of yours, but you best pay for this boy or geddouta town. We tolerate no killin' here.'		Mickey growled 'I don't know you or this devil beast of yours, but you best pay for this boy' hurt or geddouta town. We tolerate no killin' here.'

	A coupla snorts arose at this, but Mickey shot a look at the crowd, and a few faces turned pale or ducked out of sight.		A coupla snorts arose at this, but Mickey shot a look at the crowd, and a few faces turned pale or ducked out of sight.
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	Everybody snapped. The stranger and Mickey most of all, pointing their guns at Old Man Mallard who stumbled out of the bar with a bottle in his hand. He went crosseyed, starin' at the barrel that graced the end of his nose.		Everybody snapped. The stranger and Mickey most of all, pointing their guns at Old Man Mallard who stumbled out of the bar with a bottle in his hand. He went crosseyed, starin' at the barrel that graced the end of his nose.

	'...well, barkeep said that yore ~~rooms were~~ ready, sire' he blubbered out, staining his pants, afore the cheap drink took its toll and he collapsed in the dust. Nobody notice Ralphie edge towards the main street and then take off runnin'.		'...well, barkeep said that yore room wuz ready, sire' he blubbered out, staining his pants, afore the cheap drink took its toll and he collapsed in the dust. Nobody notice Ralphie edge towards the main street and then take off runnin'.

	The old man wasn't the only one paralyzed by the sight of the stranger's gun. We was all staring at it. But only Mickey and I, I do believe, noticed the most curious part about that fine shootin'-iron.		The old man wasn't the only one paralyzed by the sight of the stranger's gun. We was all staring at it. But only Mickey and I, I do believe, noticed the most curious part about that fine shootin'-iron.

	The gun itself was a beauty. Glossy ebony formed ~~the~~ handle and the gunmetal was a deep, deep bluish-black. The barrel was pretty durn long, bout 8 inches or so. But that wasn't the most striking part about the gun.		The gun itself was a beauty. Glossy ebony formed that revolver's handle and the gunmetal was a deep, deep bluish-black, with inlaid silver curlicues. The barrel was pretty durn long, bout 8 inches or so. But that wasn't the most striking part about the gun.

	A silver heart with a fancy 5 was inlaid at the bottom of the handle, right where the crosshatching met the smooth ebony and just above the end of the handle. The gunslinger had long, slender fingers, and they shifted to cover that 5, the only bright part of the gun. He quickly holstered it, and everybody's eyes followed the fluid motion. Mine and Mickey's most of all.		A silver heart with a fancy 5 innit was inlaid at the bottom of the handle, right where the crosshatching met the smooth ebony and just above the end of the handle. The gunslinger had long, slender fingers, and they shifted to cover that 5, the only bright part of the gun. He quickly holstered it, and everybody's eyes followed the fluid motion. Mine and Mickey's most of all.

	Turning around, the stranger flipped 5 coins to Mickey, one right after the other, his dusky fingers producin' them from some hollow deep in his coat.		Turning around, the stranger flipped 5 coins to Mickey, one right after the other, his dusky fingers producin' them from some hollow deep in his coat.
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	Mickey hesitated for a moment, thinkin', afore he headed off toward's Ralphie's mam's place. As he done so, his hand brushed the handle of his own slugtosser. I done seen many strange and frightenin' thing's but one of the most terrifying things on a man's face is unbridled greed. And in Mickey's case, greed for the Card...		Mickey hesitated for a moment, thinkin', afore he headed off toward's Ralphie's mam's place. As he done so, his hand brushed the handle of his own slugtosser. I done seen many strange and frightenin' thing's but one of the most terrifying things on a man's face is unbridled greed. And in Mickey's case, greed for the Card...

	The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur, the bar quieter than usual. Did I mention that the saloon's made like a circle, with nice big bay winders on every side? Yes, about 10 years ago it burned down, some say from another Gun, and they rebuilt it in a square, the way it shoulda been. Anyway, it's still smack dab in the middle of town. Youse could often tell who was bein' hunted, because they'd either sit with their backs against whatever part was shadowy at the time or they'd jest head upstairs. One of the strange things was, only 10 winders were broken in 50 years. The oldest winder was even saved from the fire. It's tinted black and amber now, but youse can still see through it.		The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur, the bar quieter than usual. Did I mention that the saloon's made like a circle, with nice big bay winders on every side? Yes, about 10 years ago it burned down, some say from another Gun, and they rebuilt it in a square, the way it shoulda been in the first place. Anyway, it's still smack dab in the middle of town. Youse could often tell who was bein' hunted, because they'd either sit with their backs against whatever part was shadowy at the time or they'd jest head upstairs. One of the strange things was, only 10 winders were broken in 50 years. The oldest winder was even saved from the fire. It's tinted black and amber now, but youse can still see through it.

	Yes, yes, you know these things. Pardon your ~~granddad~~ a few minutes of rememberin'.		Yes, yes, you know these things. Pardon your old uncle a few minutes of rememberin'.

	Anyways, eventually the stranger come out on the massive porch that circled the whole saloon. He just set there in a rocking chair, tilted him hat over him head, and slept, apparently. Not a body bothered to wake him when the town went to bed. We'd all seen the killin' look in Mickey's eyes. I hid outside in an old beer barrel with a bunch o' peepholes, just across from the stranger, and set up to wait. A few shots from a warm bottle of whiskey kept me awake, but I's was still nodding off when a man comes along, creepin' fit to beat a cat. From his boots, he looked to be Matthias Johnson, a sometime drunk with a vicious streak. Matt was known for him tracking skills when he warn't passed out with a bottle of Dead Scratch.		Anyways, eventually the stranger come out on the massive porch that circled the whole saloon. He just set there in a rocking chair, tilted him hat over him head, and slept, apparently. Not a body bothered to wake him when the town went to bed. We'd all seen the killin' look in Mickey's eyes. I hid outside in an old beer barrel with a bunch o' peepholes, just across from the stranger, and set up to wait. A few shots from a warm bottle of whiskey kept me awake, but I's was still nodding off when a man comes along, creepin' fit to beat a cat. From his boots, he looked to be Matthias Johnson, a sometime drunk with a vicious streak. Matt was known for him tracking skills when he warn't passed out with a bottle of Dead Scratch.
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	However, Matthias was so fixin' on the glint of silver in the holster that he completely miss the dark shadow creeping up behind him. All of a sudden, it lashes out, and I see the brawny arms of Mickey Malone as a garrotin' wire wraps around old Matt's throat. Felt sorry for the pore bastard then.		However, Matthias was so fixin' on the glint of silver in the holster that he completely miss the dark shadow creeping up behind him. All of a sudden, it lashes out, and I see the brawny arms of Mickey Malone as a garrotin' wire wraps around old Matt's throat. Felt sorry for the pore bastard then.

	Well, it was over in a coupla seconds, with the dust soakin' up Matt's blood as Mickey lowers him corpse to the ground. I had closed my eyes, so I can't tell you what it looked like, Johnny. I open them up a peek to see that Mickey is towerin' over the gunslinger, with his shining wire at the ready. He raise his hands up above his head, stretchin' the wire as tight as he can, and grin, mouthin' summat that I can't tell what is. The gunslinger, still breathin steadily like a babby, chest risin' and fallin', flick his shiny eyes around, and they fix on me.		Well, it was over in a coupla seconds, with the dust soakin' up Matt's blood as Mickey lowers him corpse to the ground quietly. I had closed my eyes, so I can't tell you what it looked like, Johnny. I open them up a peek to see that Mickey is towerin' over the gunslinger, with his shining wire at the ready. He raise his hands up above his head, stretchin' the wire as tight as he can, and grin, mouthin' summat that I can't tell what is. The gunslinger, still breathin steadily like a babby, chest risin' and fallin', flick his shiny eyes around, and they fix on me.

	They narrow, and I almost die of fright.		They narrow, and I almost die of fright.
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	I watched as he sheathed the Card and mounted that horse, if it was a horse, and spun around, galloping off into the darkness beyond the town, leaving behind a man with half a throat an' a man with half a brain. As the sun rose the next day over Mickey's corpse, we all noticed one thing: it cast no shadow.		I watched as he sheathed the Card and mounted that horse, if it was a horse, and spun around, galloping off into the darkness beyond the town, leaving behind a man with half a throat an' a man with half a brain. As the sun rose the next day over Mickey's corpse, we all noticed one thing: it cast no shadow.

	And come to remember it, neither the gunslinger nor that hoss of his cast one either. Pr'haps that's why they stick to the shade.		And come to remember it, neither the gunslinger nor that hoss of his cast one either, nor left no tracks. Pr'haps that's why they stick to the shade.

	And there's the tale of the Five of Hearts, chilluns, the Card that lets its user see in the dark like 'twas day, move quietly, and kill silently. The Card that forever strips the souls from the dead and binds them to itself.		And there's the tale of the Five of Hearts, chilluns, the Card that lets its user see in the dark like 'twas day, move quietly, without a trace, and kill silently. The Card that forever strips the souls from the dead and binds them to itself.

	Truly the stuff of ~~Nightmares~~.		Truly the stuff that a Nightmare is made of.

	~ random.randint(nightmare)		~ random.randint(nightmare)

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	The gun itself was a beauty. Glossy ebony formed the handle and the gunmetal was a deep, deep bluish-black. The barrel was pretty durn long, bout 8 inches or so. But that wasn't the most striking part about the gun.		The gun itself was a beauty. Glossy ebony formed the handle and the gunmetal was a deep, deep bluish-black. The barrel was pretty durn long, bout 8 inches or so. But that wasn't the most striking part about the gun.

	A silver heart with a fancy 5 was inlaid at the bottom of the handle, right where the crosshatching met the smooth ebony and just above the end of the handle. The gunslinger had long, slender fingers, and they shifted to cover that 5, the only bright part of the ~~Gun~~. He quickly holstered it, and everybody's eyes followed the fluid motion. Mine and Mickey's most of all.		A silver heart with a fancy 5 was inlaid at the bottom of the handle, right where the crosshatching met the smooth ebony and just above the end of the handle. The gunslinger had long, slender fingers, and they shifted to cover that 5, the only bright part of the gun. He quickly holstered it, and everybody's eyes followed the fluid motion. Mine and Mickey's most of all.

	Turning around, the stranger flipped 5 coins to Mickey, one right after the other, his dusky fingers producin' them from some hollow deep in his coat.		Turning around, the stranger flipped 5 coins to Mickey, one right after the other, his dusky fingers producin' them from some hollow deep in his coat.
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	'Take these. Give them to the boy. Tell him that I apologize for my horse's behavior. Also tell him to never let it see him again.' With that, he swirled inside, the coat billowing around him as the door-flaps parted to let him enter.		'Take these. Give them to the boy. Tell him that I apologize for my horse's behavior. Also tell him to never let it see him again.' With that, he swirled inside, the coat billowing around him as the door-flaps parted to let him enter.

	Mickey hesitated for a moment, thinkin', afore he headed off toward's Ralphie's mam's place. As he done so, his hand brushed the handle of his own slugtosser. I done seen many strange and frightenin' thing's but one of the most terrifying things on a man's face is unbridled greed. And in Mickey's case, greed for the ~~Gun~~...		Mickey hesitated for a moment, thinkin', afore he headed off toward's Ralphie's mam's place. As he done so, his hand brushed the handle of his own slugtosser. I done seen many strange and frightenin' thing's but one of the most terrifying things on a man's face is unbridled greed. And in Mickey's case, greed for the Card...

	The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur, the bar quieter than usual. Did I mention that the saloon's made like a circle, with nice big bay winders on every side? Yes, about 10 years ago it burned down, some say from another Gun, and they rebuilt it in a square, the way it shoulda been. Anyway, it's still smack dab in the middle of town. Youse could often tell who was bein' hunted, because they'd either sit with their backs against whatever part was shadowy at the time or they'd jest head upstairs. One of the strange things was, only 10 winders were broken in 50 years. The oldest winder was even saved from the fire. It's tinted black and amber now, but youse can still see through it.		The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur, the bar quieter than usual. Did I mention that the saloon's made like a circle, with nice big bay winders on every side? Yes, about 10 years ago it burned down, some say from another Gun, and they rebuilt it in a square, the way it shoulda been. Anyway, it's still smack dab in the middle of town. Youse could often tell who was bein' hunted, because they'd either sit with their backs against whatever part was shadowy at the time or they'd jest head upstairs. One of the strange things was, only 10 winders were broken in 50 years. The oldest winder was even saved from the fire. It's tinted black and amber now, but youse can still see through it.
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	However, Matthias was so fixin' on the glint of silver in the holster that he completely miss the dark shadow creeping up behind him. All of a sudden, it lashes out, and I see the brawny arms of Mickey Malone as a garrotin' wire wraps around old Matt's throat. Felt sorry for the pore bastard then.		However, Matthias was so fixin' on the glint of silver in the holster that he completely miss the dark shadow creeping up behind him. All of a sudden, it lashes out, and I see the brawny arms of Mickey Malone as a garrotin' wire wraps around old Matt's throat. Felt sorry for the pore bastard then.

	Well, it was over in a coupla seconds, with the dust soakin' up Matt's blood as Mickey lowers him corpse to the ground. I had closed my eyes, so I can't tell you what it looked like, Johnny. I open them up a peek to see that Mickey is towerin' over the gunslinger, with his shining wire at the ready. He raise his hands up above his head, stretchin' the wire as tight as he can, and grin, mouthin' summat that I can't tell what is. The gunslinger, still breathin steadily like a babby, chest risin' and fallin', ~~look~~ around, and ~~his eyes~~ fix on me.		Well, it was over in a coupla seconds, with the dust soakin' up Matt's blood as Mickey lowers him corpse to the ground. I had closed my eyes, so I can't tell you what it looked like, Johnny. I open them up a peek to see that Mickey is towerin' over the gunslinger, with his shining wire at the ready. He raise his hands up above his head, stretchin' the wire as tight as he can, and grin, mouthin' summat that I can't tell what is. The gunslinger, still breathin steadily like a babby, chest risin' and fallin', flick his eyes around, and they fix on me.

	They narrow, and I almost die of fright.		They narrow, and I almost die of fright.

	Then they flick to the side and down, and with a blur of motion the ~~Gun~~ is out and up ~~behind him~~. He whirls out of the seat, his greatcoat flapping like the wings of a desert hawk.		Then they flick to the side and down, and with a blur of motion the Card is out and up bu his side. He whirls out of the seat, his greatcoat flapping like the wings of a desert hawk.

	Did I mention that there was a new moon on that night? The sky was dark, and only the closest of people could even see another. So I could barely see the two, and almost missed the puff of smoke as the ~~Gun~~ blasted right through Mickey's bloody wire and his head with the same silver flash. The ~~Gun~~ made nary a noise, but Mickey ~~grabbed~~ at his ~~ears like he was next~~ to ~~dynamite explodin'~~ afore what that was left of his brain 'membered that he was dead. The gunslinger ~~spun~~ the chair around so that Mickey fell into it, and then tilted Mickey's hat down below the new hole in his head. He left him there, gently rockin' to a stop, an' I swear with me dyin' breath that one of his silver ~~eye~~ winked at me as he passed by with a rustle.		Did I mention that there was a new moon on that night? The sky was dark, and only the closest of people could even see another. So I could barely see the two, and almost missed the puff of smoke as the Card blasted right through Mickey's bloody wire and his head with the same silver flash. The Five of Hearts made nary a noise, but Mickey's eyes widened in horror as he stare at the gunslinger. His face was the face what I never wants to see again, the face of sheer terror. He opened his mouth to scream afore what that was left of his brain 'membered that he was dead. The gunslinger squeaked the chair around so that Mickey fell into it, and then tilted Mickey's hat down below the new hole in his head. He left him there, gently rockin' to a stop, an' I swear with me dyin' breath that one of his silver eyes winked at me as he passed by with a rustle.

	I watched as he sheathed the ~~Gun~~ and mounted that horse, if it was a horse, and spun around, galloping off into the darkness beyond the town, leaving behind a man with half a throat an' a man with half a brain. As the sun rose the next day over Mickey's corpse, we all noticed one thing: it cast no shadow.		I watched as he sheathed the Card and mounted that horse, if it was a horse, and spun around, galloping off into the darkness beyond the town, leaving behind a man with half a throat an' a man with half a brain. As the sun rose the next day over Mickey's corpse, we all noticed one thing: it cast no shadow.

	And come to remember it, neither the gunslinger nor that hoss of his cast one either. Pr'haps that's why they stick to the ~~shadows~~.		And come to remember it, neither the gunslinger nor that hoss of his cast one either. Pr'haps that's why they stick to the shade.

	And there's the tale of the Five of Hearts, chilluns, the ~~Shadow~~ that lets its user see in the dark, move quietly, and kill silently. The ~~Gun~~ that forever strips the souls from the dead and binds them to itself.		And there's the tale of the Five of Hearts, chilluns, the Card that lets its user see in the dark like 'twas day, move quietly, and kill silently. The Card that forever strips the souls from the dead and binds them to itself.

	~~I myself think that~~ the ~~killin' shot is only heard by the one it's meant for, but then again, what do I know?~~		Truly the stuff of Nightmares.

	~~No, there is not time to tell what Pappy Malone got up to, it is time for youse all to go to bed! Let me warm my aching bones by the oven in peace...~~		~ random.randint(nightmare)

	~~And you leave too, stranger!~~

	~ random.randint(~~shadow~~)

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