Video above: Incident.
Dear readers, humor me with the extravagant Friday ™ story about western combat. Last night I put a few more rounds into Hunt: Showdown, the most played game of the year. This is a stealth and often slow shooter where sitting still in tall grass is usually the preferred strategy over Bam Rush.
A skirting board was used to surround Fort Bolden, a fortress of Lincoln Logs in the southwest corner of Desar. My teammate had just been blown away by a blacksmith by a fireworks trap that was roughly placed next to a barrel of red explosives. Morale was low and the enemy was in a high position.
In a few seconds you have a chance to even out the odds. At the battlement, I was trying to drive away an enemy who knew they were occupying the area above us. I shot. I threw (19th century) flash grenades into their nests. When the heavens left, another throwable barely left my hand. The silhouette of a vengeful angel breaks the sky and wears suspenders.
Is this a new hunt meta, trampling enemies like Goomba? My leap is an action hero’s move, the last thing I’d expect in a shooter where the move is mostly small and limited to awkward sidesteps. I absorb a bucket full of shotguns slammed within an inch of the lifebar. (In the forensic examination of the footage, he seems to have a Caldwell rival 78 Hand Cannon. My friend, the shotgun tastes great.)
When Winfield hit the ground, I delayed and fired a reflection of Winfield. No hit marker, Shit.. But is he … dead? Did he commit suicide? He committed suicide. I diddge the bullets, even though I didn’t avoid the bullets mentioned above very much.
So what do you do when a cowboy falls from the sky with a double shotgun at you? Answer: 2 Knocked by HP and misses a shot when he is pancakes himself. Humbly declare victory.
Also, a reminder to all the ambitious angel cowboys and girls out there: Kite Skin is a property that reduces the damage caused by falling by 50%. You can be yours with just one characteristic point. I offer this advice with the utmost respect.
This is not particularly surprising. It’s far from the most spectacular moment I’ve spent in Hunt. But I’m tied to the cowboy code and try to tip my dusty hat to this legend as publicly as possible. Buddy, swing down. Blasting a man (me) with your gun was the last thing you’ve ever done-how many cowherds can say that? If we all had your Leeroy Jenkinsness (A real valid name combination in Hunt (Opens in a new tab)Incredible), we will all make the game a little more fun.
And to be honest, I really should have died. Hopefully fix your ledger with this discreet HTML.
In conclusion, and in a 6-year-old voice: “I liked the part when the cowboy fell.”
