Tin Star testing

piggleywinks- Nice notices.

I had forgotten the part about Miss Caraway insisting that a fight between you and Hungry Snake be hand to hand, ‘the old ways’ as it were. A little code edit has made there be a cost to doing otherwise, though if you are romancing her then she won’t just give up on you.

Saber training with Maria? A good idea. It goes onto the list.

Frank would certainly reply to Hartigan’s line at the place you indicated. Indeed, how could he possibly remain silent. I’ll even try to work in a quip.

A romanced Schmidt will now have an interrupting charge during the show down with Miss Caraway. Hopefully that’ll soften the difficulty of that passage.

Schmidt and Miss MacMurphy? They certainly get along well together, but Schmidt isn’t around enough for Miss MacMurphy to consider them as anything more than friends. Schmidt accepts that. Still, they do like each other.

Fixed Schmidt’s sewing of your bullet wound, etc. It has been a long while since I cracked open Chapter 1.

Fixed Andy being alive when he is actually dead. I had changed a variable to account for people not running into him in Chapter 4 and forgot to adjust the wrap-up entries later on. Oops. :slight_smile:

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stsword- Hmm. New Orleans and the telegraph option; that would make for an interesting tie-in.

The Library. That’ll have to be in the epilogue. But thank you for reminding me about it. No doubt it will have a collection of dime-novels.

A bit of musing about the dime-novels…

Originally, the dime-novels were just color. I added in the autographing because it seemed to make sense. Later on, I subtly introduced the writer but I never gave the MC the opportunity to close the loop and confront him.

It would seem that day is dawning. In the fourth interlude the MC could have a sit down
with the fella (assuming they bothered with the dime-novels enough). Now, back in the day, copyright was a fiddly thing and since the writer is just writing (and embellishing) about events that actually happened, he is under no legal obligation to give a dime to the MC. However, packing a pistol, or wearing a tin-star, has its benefits.

The bonuses as I see them… Add a little to legend, as more improbably stories are spun. Add a lot to notoriety as lurid and bloody tales are spread far and wide. Just take some wealth. Increase intimidation, resolve, gunfighting (reputation always helps)… maybe something else.

Any thoughts stsword, FortunesFaded? I’m flexible on this as I’d be inserting it into an interlude without any significant space or time constraints.

An error:

“Hmm?” She turns, blinks. “Oh, yes. I get you. I’ll do my part, even if it tugs at my old man’s elbow. He knows you got to stand by your friends.”

There isn’t much left to say the whole ride back.

Preston Springs is quieter than you left it. The days pass as your prepare for the coming of the stagecoach and soon enough a veritable plume of dust rises in the distance, signals its approach.

The wagon clatters to a halt before you. At first glance it seems an ordinary mud coach with the usual spartan cab for passengers. The buckboard for baggage is only a broad slat and the top board for the driver is much the same. But the man atop it seems almost a child as he climbs down. Driven by six powerful horses, this is an ungainly tub hewn from mighty trees. The thorough-braces are of layered leather, must have been stripped from two full cows to cushion the jolts. With doubled wheels, thick axles and hand thick doors, it is the kind of wagon that almost deserves to have sails.

JT Preston swaggers out of the Mother-Lode saloon, eyes the stagecoach of unusual size that lies before him. “Finally. Tell me, is Hancock around?”

Bishop Hancock eases forward. “I’m here, Preston.”

“Good. My boys will get this thing loaded,” Preston begins, "while yours can ride on ahead to see if–

“I have orders pertaining to delivery of the gold-coach, nothing more.” Bishop Hancock replies, adds “no man’s life is worth giving up for worldly weights. Not even yours.”

“Wait, wait, you’re pulling out on me?”

“We have fulfilled our end of the bargain by building and delivering this beast. That is all I am required to do.” Bishop Hancock states, motions to his riders and sends them off. When they are gone, he looks to you. “Good Luck, Marshal. I hope you come through this alright.”

With that, Bishop Hancock takes up the reins of his steed and heads off to join his fellows.

Preston glowers all the while after him. “Typical. When things get a tiny bit rough, off they go.”

“Hmm?” She turns, blinks. “Oh, yes. I get you. I’ll do my part, even if it tugs at my old man’s elbow. He knows you got to stand by your friends.”

There isn’t much left to say the whole ride back.

Preston Springs is quieter than you left it. The days pass as your prepare for the coming of the stagecoach and soon enough a veritable plume of dust rises in the distance, signals its approach.

The wagon clatters to a halt before you. At first glance it seems an ordinary mud coach with the usual spartan cab for passengers. The buckboard for baggage is only a broad slat and the top board for the driver is much the same. But the man atop it seems almost a child as he climbs down. Driven by six powerful horses, this is an ungainly tub hewn from mighty trees. The thorough-braces are of layered leather, must have been stripped from two full cows to cushion the jolts. With doubled wheels, thick axles and hand thick doors, it is the kind of wagon that almost deserves to have sails.

JT Preston swaggers out of the Mother-Lode saloon, eyes the stagecoach of unusual size that lies before him. “Finally. Tell me, is Hancock around?”

Bishop Hancock eases forward. “I’m here, Preston.”

“Good. My boys will get this thing loaded,” Preston begins, "while yours can ride on ahead to see if–

“I have orders pertaining to delivery of the gold-coach, nothing more.” Bishop Hancock replies, adds “no man’s life is worth giving up for worldly weights. Not even yours.”

“Wait, wait, you’re pulling out on me?”

“We have fulfilled our end of the bargain by building and delivering this beast. That is all I am required to do.” Bishop Hancock states, motions to his riders and sends them off. When they are gone, he looks to you. “Good Luck, Marshal. I hope you come through this alright.”

With that, Bishop Hancock takes up the reins of his steed and heads off to join his fellows.

Preston glowers all the while after him. “Typical. When things get a tiny bit rough, off they go.”

I love the Yiska scene when you defend The railroad in Chapter 8.

Well I think you basically covered my thoughts about the dime novels.

Of course strong arming the guy is an option, but the nicer option is to make a deal with the guy.

As it stands, he has to wait until the rumormill gets to him and then write his dime novels. If you form a partnership, the marshall can tell him about his adventures, saving time, giving him more material so he can probably squeeze out some more dime novels, so it would make sense for him to agree. A romance with Carrie seems like perfect dime novel fodder, killing/wrestling/riding a bear, solving the mystery of the “indian raids,” those are just the things off the top of my head, perhaps someone else has other suggestions.

For the marshall, you can get money out of the deal obviously, and I figure extra legend would be a given as well.

Now manipulating the narrative might have some fun effects, increases in noteriaty, persuasion, intimidation, law and order (would you cause trouble if the local marshall is a living legend? I don’t think so) perhaps lowering the requirements to be “legendary” in stats in that you weren’t actually that good, but everyone thought you were.

@AllenGies I’m all for what you mentioned about the dime-novels, and I think stswords’s addition makes a lot of sense. I’d like to see both the option of getting the writer to make a deal physically, or through negotiation - the latter being a dependant on your stats on the subject.

This is a really, really long novel/game. And the writing is very good. It actually feels like I’ve sat down and read a good portion of a novel. Not sure how many words it was, but it is a very impressive work, and the choices all actually feel very meaningful. I definitely approve.

@AllenGies

Extremely enjoyable game, really!
Well, I found a few writing mistakes, most notably there’s AT, IF, HE. All are capital within the text…

Oh, and there’s one thing that makes me mad… And I’m already quite insane, just like Hannibal Lecter… Anyways, that thing is: Even tough I got my reputation with Carrie up to 105, she’s still Ms. Carraway… And, even at this time, afaik you’d not call your girlfriend/wife Mistress… Would you? No, you’d not.

Hm… Time to enable '‘Bughunt’'Mode and to replay that masterpiece, this time with ‘‘Holla if ya hear me!’’ …

Sidenote to myself: 2pac rulez…

Located a few comma mistakes… Can’t say where they are, cuz I’m playing on my phone and can’t copy the sequences…

secretfire- First of all, thank you. I’ve worked hard on this. The combined size of the files is roughly ten megs, which translates to more than 5,000 pages. Of course, only a small percentage of that can be seen in any one play through, but a full novel experience is what I was shooting for.

I’m rather interested in the portion of the Preston-Hancock exchange you posted as having an error. Is it a loop? A look at the code doesn’t seem to indicate it could be that. Is there some other error going on there?

JackHerge- The AT,HE, IT, etc. Yeah, I’ve got an odd typing accent that pops up from time to time. Just remember when you find them and then post. It doesn’t take much to find those little typos. Trust me, I appreciate it.

For Miss Caraway Hartigan’s name at High Influence and/or romance… I’ll give it some thought. I could replace the ‘Miss Caraway’ with the {caraway_name} variable wherein {caraway_name} represents either the usual Miss Caraway or, if you are familiar enough, ‘Carrie’, which she sometimes goes by. I suppose it could even be something more personal, but that could also be enormously disruptive in some parts. [Sweetie-pie pulls her pistols free of their holsters and lays down a barrage of lead the likes of which hell has not seen…]

I would have to do the same variable switch for Dan Schmidt too if he were high influence/romance. Ben Carson as well for influence.

Is there a particular chapter that you feel would be a good place to start the kick-over to that? My first thought is that Chapter 5 and the False Marshal might do.

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stsword- That’s a good way to color up the choices; have the dime-novelist pen certain types of titles for different effects. Legend focuses on the more outrageous feats, cash for more lurid/romantic tales because those sell well, Intimidate bonuses based on particularly brutal feats that come to light, etc.

@AllenGies

Will post them when I find them, also you made a few errors in the choices. E.g., I saw one where you deleted some parts, but not completely, so, on some occasions, it’s like

-You want to spend the weekend with-
‘‘Miss Carraway to test out try your new guns’’
Just an example.

As a Sidenote… If you’d like, you could also send me a copy of the code, won’t take long, because I’m a very fast reader, know a bit of the code language and I’m, as an autist, well, I kinda automatically see writing errors when there are some…

@AllenGies

BTW, that’s the faster way. Otherwise I’d have to play the game a few hundred times to get every page checked.

@AllenGies

I also just realized that the reputation displays as ‘‘Reputation_Hartigan’’… Perhaps you could change that?

@AllenGies

Small, but still a notable error.
Quote Preston ‘‘Someone stole my coffin ?’’

Space between coffin and the ?. Don’t do that.

@AllenGies

Oh, and when Steele had to be shot down, arrested and so on, a loop made the mobhang him. Not intended, I think? Atleast not by a loop…

I got an glitch a while back while I was presenting evidence to Steele, I was able to use the same evidence over and over again which made the crowds attention rise infinitely until I ended the presentation. This was over a week ago but I forgot to tell you so I don’t know if its been fixed by now. Also I can’t remember the evidence that I was able to use over and over, I think it might have been a telegram.