Yep, another weird dream.

Last night i dreamed that i was looking through a second hand book-shop and came across a set of Rolemaster books i didn't know existed. It was Rolemaster wild west. Lots of great western art, classes like Wranglers, Gunslinger, Carpetbagger and Prospector. There was also a book of monsters - there were zombie cattle, Tremors-like giant wormy things, flying swarms of something. Shit, i think i even remember a possessed wooden fence!

In my dream, i nearly wet myself at the thought of buying them.

Then i woke up and thought, wouldn't it be awesome if this actually existed! I want it and i want it now.

There was an old west book for RM2.

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Quote from: David Johansen;459583There was an old west book for RM2.

One of the genre books.

I'm talking freaky Wyatt Earp vs Vampire hobos, cowboys vs aliens, medicine men vs possessed fences!

I know i would buy it!

I would so totally buy that.

And I was unaware that there was a Wild West genre book for RM2...to eBay!

Quote from: KenHR;459591I would so totally buy that.

And I was unaware that there was a Wild West genre book for RM2...to eBay!

The wild west book is damn fine.  I got my copy from Noble Knight, although we did play a bit of it years ago.

I'd be in on this shit. I've been itching to get out some of my RM books after reading through an old RM Treasure book the other week.

The folk of Kindly Meadows silently slipped off the street, vanishing behind fences and through doors, leaving the sheriff standing alone in the middle of the dusty road.  A tumbleweed, danced madly in the breeze, dashing madly about until, at last it found shelter beneath the board walk of the general store.  Silence fell, even the breeze held it's breath as the Black Reaver strode into town, a black eog double barreled shotgun the size of a cannon grasped in its unholy hands.

The sheriff flipped his duster away from the handles of his twin Mirthil shooting irons in their Brelisker hide holsters and whistled an eerie tune.  "Ah'm afraid you've come to the wrong town pardner.  I don't want no trouble so you'd best clear off before Ah have to make you some."

The undead demon paused only long enough to cock its weapon, but in that time the sheriff's peacemakers had cleared their holsters, been cocked and fired six times each with the blistering speed only a high elven gun slinger could manage.  Twelve .45 caliber, blessed, positive charged, mirthil, dumdum rounds pierced the reaver's frame.  Explosions of light and holy choruses reverberated down the lonely street as the Reaver staggered and collapsed shaking.  The sheriff began reloading both guns one handed from the loops on his belt as the monster drew itself together and began to rise.

"Hoss!" the sheriff hollared, "looks like we're gonna need yer twelve gauge gattling gun of demon slayin' dynamite after all."

Quote from: David Johansen;459659The folk of Kindly Meadows silently slipped off the street, vanishing behind fences and through doors, leaving the sheriff standing alone in the middle of the dusty road.  A tumbleweed, danced madly in the breeze, dashing madly about until, at last it found shelter beneath the board walk of the general store.  Silence fell, even the breeze held it's breath as the Black Reaver strode into town, a black eog double barreled shotgun the size of a cannon grasped in its unholy hands.

The sheriff flipped his duster away from the handles of his twin Mirthil shooting irons in their Brelisker hide holsters and whistled an eerie tune.  "Ah'm afraid you've come to the wrong town pardner.  I don't want no trouble so you'd best clear off before Ah have to make you some."

The undead demon paused only long enough to cock its weapon, but in that time the sheriff's peacemakers had cleared their holsters, been cocked and fired six times each with the blistering speed only a high elven gun slinger could manage.  Twelve .45 caliber, blessed, positive charged, mirthil, dumdum rounds pierced the reaver's frame.  Explosions of light and holy choruses reverberated down the lonely street as the Reaver staggered and collapsed shaking.  The sheriff began reloading both guns one handed from the loops on his belt as the monster drew itself together and began to rise.

"Hoss!" the sheriff hollared, "looks like we're gonna need yer twelve gauge gattling gun of demon slayin' dynamite after all."

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