Red Dead Revolver has me hog tied, tarred and feathered, dug in a pit way out yonder in the desert with my mouth propped open by cacti, dangling under a tree at the hands of rustlers, chasing whores down main street at high noon; call it what you will: its got me pretty bad. I haven’t been online for 2 days, unless XBox Live counts.
If anything bad happens, find me on Live under henchbot. My character is an obese Bandoliered/Mustachioed Mexican whose fat greasy fingers handle the irons all too well. Don’t come in there after me without booze, a fresh horse or your woman if you don’t want to get shot.
Gundowns, Showdowns and Ho-downs all the way til Tuesday.