Christ my Lord, your Work's been done...give me heaven or kingdom come!
The Preacher


The sins of a man stay with him, no matter what he does. Men die for loyalty, for love, for money and for nothing. The Rustler, the gambler, the rambler and the backstabber will all get their rightful endings sooner or later. If there's anything you may know about life on the Frontier, it's that justice, be it by the law, the posse, or the mob is absolute. Eventually it will take you. And be it to hell, or be it to heaven, you'll reach your rightful destination.

All of us have done something here to warrant a death sentence. Maybe you bilked a saloon out of hundreds in cash and chips, and some high placed owner wants you dead. Or you're a former military man, who deserted his company, after killing your commander, the military will find you, and they'll put you before the rifles for it. Maybe just maybe you think you had every right to rape that woman and slit her open from groin to brain, maybe it's because she was too pretty for her own damned good and she deserved to be left in that heap behind the brothel. You'll get yours, it's a fact of life out here.

In the end it doesn't matter what you are, or what you did death comes for us all. Just hope it happens quick. No one wants to see you turning blue from a garrote...or maybe that's exactly what you deserve. It's not up to me to decide.

But Christ...oh Lord...what have you done? Will you see heaven, will you see kingdom come? Or will you see nothing but fire and brimstone?

So it's been awhile since I've tried to run anything here. But this idea is something that I want to try.

I'm going to get this out there right at the beginning, if you're coming in here expecting that you'll be playing the triumphant bandit or gunslinger in here and living until the end of the RP, well you're dead wrong. Every player character in this RP is going to die. This isn't a Hunger Games thing though. I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to try and kill each other off, but that's not the point.

Everyone in this RP has done something to get a kill bounty on their head. The Blood and brimstone preacher who shot down his own flock after he found them all worshipping satan. The pencil mustached gunfighter, killed one too many people, and rather then being cheered, has the law after him where ever he goes. It's merely a matter of time. At this point there is no amount of good deeds or repenting you can do to fend off the death you're going to get.

It just happens to be how long you can last before you either face a bullet in the back, or end up swinging from a noose on a tree out in the desert. There's nothing but blood in the eyes, and blood in their hearts for those of you who run and in those who follow you.

This is merely the interest check. Take a look at it, ask me any questions you may want to ask. And we'll see if this flies.

EDIT

It was just me trying to get ideas out of my head. Didn't think it'd actually go through.