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For this round, the target bots finally learned that the third dimension was a very real thing. Not only were they zooming left and right, up and down--but also back and forth as well! "A trivial matter," an increasingly mad Vesstan growled as he drew back his bowstring and released the arrow...

"Very nice," Madison said to the spearwoman with a nod of respect--both towards the skill and accuracy she had with her chosen weapon, but also at her trick of returning it to her hand. Vesstan scoffed, arrogant prick that he was. "How perfectly adequate of you two." The gunslinger chirped...

Madison threw her temporary rival a curious glance. Military? Hunter? Bear Arms enthusiast? Whatever they were irl, it was probably a lot more interesting than what she herself had going on. Books have horrible air travel physics, and are better suited as melee-range bludgeoning tools...

What was it that drew many from around Falderen to try their luck? Was it the chance to scoop a hefty handful out of the winners' purse? Maybe the fame and notoriety for having the quickest eyes and hands in the area? Perhaps catching the attentions of the various guild representatives that...

Madison opened her mouth to remind Hot Topic that he was, in fact, playing a video game; and that any sense of actual accomplishment and the rewards that went with it would be erased the next time the government managed to shut the servers down--but the mayor's secretary beat her to it. "Yes...

It's only a few minutes before Revengence, Shorty, and Hot Topic all arrive at the mayor's office. Sizing each of them up, Madison realized she probably wasn't in any position to be judging them. Not with her face paint. And, of course, it looks like two of them probably won't be getting...

Ever since dropping back into the game (perhaps unwisely), Madison Freebird settled back into her routine of traveling up and down Dunnstads looking for work. The bustle of Stokbon was a little too much for her; and the area of Eastern Brisshal was a little too crowded with newbies--all out...

Madison wouldn't have known if she hadn't caught sight of her stats and loadout in the corner of her visual UI. Don't those numbers seem... a little too low? And aren't there supposed to be icons in those little boxes? Her face contorting with annoyance as she stared off in the distance (real...

160 Role: Scout (Tagging Rumble out. Bringing in the bog sheriff.) Gun in the holster, thumb on the hammer, fingers kissing the grip. Such is the art of preparing your rites for quick-drawmancy, right? It's been a while since she's watched the Tombstone Cinematic Universe. She really...

After the commercial had interrupted her work at the bookstore, literally nothing else in the world mattered to Madison. New inventory to stock? Prices to mark down? E-reader test models to boot up and display? Payroll to manage? Nah--fuck all that. The only itch she had was to run home...

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To a town in northern Dunnstads, rode a stranger one fine day Kept flipping through her UI, didn't have too much to say No one dared to ask her business, no one dared to make a slip For the stranger there among 'em had a big iron on her hip Big iron on her hip It was late into the evenin' when...