In which the cowboy game is subtle by accident

Hi, hello, howiya. Sorry to keep writing about the cowboy game, but we’ve all been playing it. We even mentioned it a bit on the podcast this week. John said it feels like a burden, which I can agree with. It’s a very big game and it cost me a not inconsiderable amount of money, so despite still finding it quite boring I am compelled to play it out of a sense of duty to my own wallet. The cowboy about my neck was hung.

I don’t like talking to my gang mates, I don’t like how the game has a moral system and then railroads you into stealing from people or shooting up an entire town as part of the story, and I don’t like anyone in my gang -- with the exception of that nice old man who as far as I am concered might as well be holding a big sign saying ‘I WILL DIE AT SOME POINT AND YOU WILL FIND IT AFFECTING’. My other friends all love it, so I am a giant stick in the beautifully rendered mud.