Andrés Santiago Pérez-Bergquist
United States
Mountain View
California
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Seven gunslingers strode into town. Many of them didn't have any battles to their name, just trumped-up reputations based on lies and rumors. Sheriff Jourdonnais eyed the desperadoes slowly, wondering which of them were gunning to kill her and which were the locals she'd deputized in a drunken stupor last night. She didn't have to think long, as Lucky Duke pulled out an old gatling gun he'd found and started shooting up the place, then promptly got thrown in jail for his maniacal spree. Miraculously, it missed everyone but Slab the Killer, who pointed out that it weren't too smart to start shooting at someone called "The Killer" if you weren't going to finish the job. Darn angry, he lit his cigar with a stick of dynamite, and took some shots at Duke in the jail, who managed to hide behind a barrel that was stored in his cell. Nobody much liked the dynamite, so Slab went down in a hail of gunfire, but Vulture Sam, being none too bright, picked it before the fuse could go off. Fortunately, the schoolmarm confiscated it for use in a "science demonstration".
Things went back and forth for a bit, with several outlaws and deputies buying it, and by the time the dust had cleared, there were just three folks standing in a old-fashioned Mexican standoff—Good old Sheriff Jourdonnais, that bad-to-the-bone Vulture Sam, and Paulette Regret, who mostly seemed to regret being so ugly no one would ever vote for her for sheriff unless she was the last gunslinger left in town. There was a whole lot of riding around on horses and hiding behind barrels and stopping in by the saloon for a refreshing drink, and somewhere in there Sam found that stick of dynamite and lit it up again. It got tossed round and round and finally blew up right in his own face, and there weren't enough of him left to hold even a quarter of a funeral. Sheriff Jourdonnais heard the blast from inside the saloon, and suddenly she wasn't so thirsty any more, cause she knew Paulette was coming for her, so she strode out into the street, leaving behind a whole mess of beers undrunk.
Sheriff Jourdonnais holed up behind a barrel, but Paulette was a tricky one and kept running away, out of range of the sheriff's gun. At one point the sheriff the found herself a rifle, but dropped it in a panic and Paulette swiped it, but between the barrel and the Sheriff's uncanny luck, she kept missing. Slowly, slowly, one by one they traded shots back and forth, most of them misses, but some of them winging the other. Each of them was down to their last remaining bullet, but Paulette had a keen sense that the Sheriff's gun had jammed, so she called her out to a duel. Unable to resist the siren call of honor in the old west, she stepped forth to her doom, and Paulette shot her dead in one go. No sooner had her body hit the ground than Paulette had taken the Sheriff's badge. In the longest shot of all, a lone renegade in her first gun battle had bided her time and taken down six other gunslingers, the last in a climactic face-to-face confrontation, coming through just a sliver away from death herself.
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Jarratt Davis
Australia
Adelaide
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I bought Bang! The Bullet months ago but still haven't gotten it played. This session report makes me wish I had sooner.
 Thanks for the fun read.
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Tristan Dyer
Australia
Adelaide
South Australia
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Great Read. I won my first game as a renegade not long ago, also in a 7 player game. Such a fun game.
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