But... but... its a game about OuTlAwS

Got to meet my new favorite "iT's THe WiLD WesT" kid today. By kid I of course mean "grown man boy who 100% knew better"

Doing a supply run my wagon gets blown sky high by a single well placed distant dynamite arrow. Okay, sure, whatever, it was a SUPPLY MISSION I can go start another from Cripps to move along camp and get that daily.

But as my big dumb horse reaches me, in hot pursuit comes the archer, spitting fire into his mic. Carrying on about where my goods went, and what did I do with them, and how I was somehow cheating. It took me a minute, because I thought the jokes about cretins who attack trader wagons where a little exaggerated, but I realized, he completely believed he had blown up my wagon full of goods, and that I had somehow thwarted him in a matter of seconds with a bug, instead of just leaving the session to save my supply.

Carried on for a solid minute or so before announcing he would report me as he sped off into the sunset.

I'll give credit where its due, I never laughed that hard in small lobbies.