We are grateful for all your doing to make Gates the great site that it is. We anxiously and patiently await the grand re-opening of Gate Motel. May I make a reservation? I would also like to reserve the honeymoon suite for Buzzard and Pinky. (Just in case) LOL

I was walking along the bank of the river when I came across the warf. When I looked out I was One Eyed Willie getting ready to cast of in his boat. I checked my notes and behold one had his name on it. I slowly drew up my crossbow and thwump! Now he lay dead. Here's a kiss Willie!
PinkyDot killed One Eyed Willie, location Wharf, 9:05 am Sept 28th.

Not much, I just learnt. lol

Darn it Tocs, I was just trying to get my point accross and you come along and kill me. Now I will have to hunt you down. lol
I hope our pathes cross soon.
As PinkyDot makes her way through the gardens, she bumps into Steppenwolf, who looks winded as if running from the scene of a crime. Knowing the kind of community she is in she hesitates only long enough to look at her notes and pulls out her supersoaker that she had just loaded with acid. She aims, fires and splat. . . Steppenwolfs face begins to melt away. As he goes down he tosses some papers into the air and they are caught in the wind and swept away. PinkyDot saw 3 at least, possibly more. She quickly continues on her way, sure that it was not a good thing that those papers were released.
PinkyDot kills Steppenwolf in location Garden Path Thursday, 12:15 pm

I awake in the pig yard. The stench is unbearable so I stagger outside the barn.
Tired of the carnage I try to find solace in the bull pen.
The bull is charging but I no longer care. Bring it on Big Boy!!
I'm trampled by the bull but it doesn't matter. Life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone.
That's just the way it is.

The therapist says I am suffering from Gates withdrawal and the 'fake' playing just accenturates the problem. So I'm going to restrain myself until the 'real' killing begins. ;^)

I had to write a profile essay for my college english class so i did gates. Thought i'd post it for you to read.

There’s a little place I know called Gates Motel. Now Gates isn’t your average motel; it includes a vast surrounding area for the enjoyment of the guests. They have a river complete with a wharf for fishing or just for sitting with your toes in the cool water. There is also a massive hedge maze were you could get lost for hours, maybe even days. They run races in the maze to see who can navigate it the fastest. I was one of the top four maze runners at one time, but it wasn’t long before I was bumped.

The motel is also a functioning farm; they have chickens, cows, corn, and wheat. There is a large barn which guests tend to visit quite frequently. You do have to be careful if you go see the large old bull, though. He doesn’t like people in his pen at all. The other thing that Gates offers, in addition to a regular motel, is three premium suites, which are almost like little houses. In fact, you could call them cabins, too, I suppose. There is also a tall white Victorian home with large pillars and a wrap around porch, where I believe the owners live or lived.

The unique thing about Gates Motel, however, is not so much the set up as what goes on there. If it weren’t for this one thing it would be a place a of beauty, a lovely vacation spot to be sure. You see the thing is people tend to die there all the time. The valley in which it is nestled is appropriately called by the locals Redrum Valley.

One warm summer night as I walked through the forest of this strange valley, I began to sense that I was being followed. I turned to catch just the slightest hint of a shadow dart behind a bush; or was it just my imagination, with the valleys history I could not be sure. I continued my journey turning slightly to the right back to the safety of my motel room, number double one. It was just as I neared the edge of the forest that I knew beyond all doubt that I was being followed. I heard the snap of a twig behind me and a low growling voice called my name. My legs locked with fear, I couldn’t move and I found I was holding my breath.

“Turn around,” the voice growled. My hands began to tremble and my legs felt jelly as the sweat began to roll down my face. I turned despite the fact that I wanted to run. It was like watching myself in a bad movie; I had no control. When I saw his face I new it instantly, he was the one they called The Rat. Tall and massive he looked as strong as the old bull, he was also the most wanted man in the area. He had alluded the authorities for years. As he raised his shot gun at me I was sure I had discovered the reason behind all the deaths. I felt more than heard the thunder of his shot, then I felt myself falling backwards away from the smoke curling up out of the barrel. My head struck something hard and the blackness enfolded me.

Sometime later, as the sun began to filter down through the leaves of the tall trees, I began to stir and my hand went straight to the gaping hole in my chest. Yet there wasn’t a gaping hole in my rib cage just torn shreds of my shirt reviling the bullet proof vest I had been wearing. My heart leapt for joy followed quickly be my head screaming in pain. I was alive, I had survived an encounter with The Rat. I had been robbed of everything of value that I was carrying, but I was alive!

Maybe it’s something in the water, or the air, or maybe even the earth itself, but people, regular upstanding citizens who have never so much as harmed a hair on a bug, have been known to take the life of their own friend while they are in Redrum. I’ve seen it myself a number of times, and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t the one holding the shot gun as I stood in glistening pool of my victims blood a time or two. The thing is you can’t even enter this motel without a note requesting your death mysteriously appearing around the place. You instantly have a bounty on your head you might say.

The thing is Gates Motel isn’t a real place. It’s a game. A game that I love. Most of the time it can be found online at www.gamslate.com, but right now it’s undergoing “renovations.”
The thing about “Gates Motel” is that we are a community of pretty tight nit players, even though we kill each other over and over and over again. Plus we’re always willing to accept someone new into the community, fresh blood. Sure it’s a little hard starting out, to learn all the little tricks to help you stay alive, but if you stick it out you’ll begin to pick up on them.

“Gates” is a turn based game, which means each player has X number of turns in a 24 hour period (usually between 99 and 150). You walk around and pick various weapon, ammo, and armor combinations. You also need to keep your eye out for “target notes”. You see you can’t kill another player without a note with their name on it. Then it’s a matter of killing and hiding and reviving when your killed. So if you stop by sometime, watch out, you never know who’s got your number, or in this case who’s got your note.

Very good Tocs.
Ditto PinkyDot.

Gates Motel will return.......... HA ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha !

My thoughts are most decidedly turning toward 'if' as opposed to 'when'?

Jesse is alive!

Jesse is good. Rats are evil!

Buzzards are good, loveable and great dancers!

We are also good for the enviroment.
Rats spread disease.

Gotta dance now... oh and twirling is cool.

Where is that cool Pinky????

Pinky!
A bright spot in my day. We will have to wait a short time as life here at the Roost is busy. Maybe after fire season, then I will have time to show you how to fly! Twirling is easy just turn... now faster... good.. now faster!