… you walked in front of me while I was shooting the bad guys, dumbass.
One thing playing Red Dead Redemption has shown me over the past couple of weeks is that some people simply refuse to learn how to play with other people. It isn’t hard. First off, if you are going to group with people in a posse, then how about you get out of your private chat with your buddy who isn’t playing this game so we can actually communicate. Second, if I get there first and go in first, I’m first, until I’m dead. When I die, you can be first. So, until I bite the big one, how about you stop running in front of me? Am I moving too slow? How about you tell me that and say, “I’m taking lead.” Of course, you’d need to be talking to me first.
Next, when I kill you because you are a dumbass who stepped in front of me, coming back and knifing me, and then shooting me, and then shooting me again, and then finding me and shooting me again, and then waiting until I get into a room and blowing me up with dynamite is not “making it fair.” It was your damn fault you got killed, killing me 47 times and slowing us down isn’t going to cure your stupidity. We are in a posse, doing this hideout together, quit being a tool and start killing the bad guys.
And when I get fed up, switch to the sniper rifle and sit at a safe distance killing everything so that you don’t get killed, don’t yell at me. Don’t tell me I need to come in. See the scoreboard at the end? I got 47 kills and 29 head shots. You got 6 kills. All my deaths? That’s you killing me. Your deaths? That’s you stepping in front of me and also repeatedly charging into the fort. There are like twenty five guys in there. How about you stay back here and help me kill them instead of charging in.
When I quit your posse, don’t give me a bad review.