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Night One

Niccea

on Feb. 23, 2011

Product Placement spent the day hiding from the men from the Asylum. He was free and he wanted to enjoy it, and share some of that freedom with others. Of course others didn't appreciate freedom, they would have to be taught. He was biding his time, waiting for his moment to strike. A shadow flirted at the edge of his vision.
"Who goes there?" PP shouted at the shadow.
"Your doom." the shadow replied.
"Well I'll be damned if some city slicker is my 'doom.'" PP shouted again. He drew his gun and fired at a scraping noise from behind him. He realized his mistake a moment too late, for a bullet blew out the back of his skull.
"Not bad for a city slicker, huh?" Product Placement the Psycho is dead. Musty Bill slithered up to door of Same's room in the boarding house. Just a bullet through the head. That's all it takes. He was mad. Hark was an essential piece of his plan. Hark's ghost continued to haunt him, guess getting on his nerves in real life wasn't enough. He looked in the crack of the door for any traps that might be set. No traps, but that marshall was going to be a pain.
"Ok Bill, just ease on out of here and all's good." he said to himself.

And all hell broke loose.

One of the gunmen he had hired busted through the window, woke up Bill's target, and stirred up the Marshall like a hornet's nest. Bill watched, unable to turn away.
"That idiot's gonna get himself killed," he muttered.
"Dance, Niccea, dance!" the maniac gunman yelled and then broke into gleeful laughter as he fired randomly at her feet. She drew her gun and aimed for the gunman's head.
"I'm gonna run you outta town varmint!"
"Well, my horse is out to pasture at the moment." he said and then shot her in the head. Niccea the Marshall is Dead.