Whan the stranger walked into the saloon, th’whole place went silent. He went to the bar. “Whiskey. Double.”
I went over to ‘im. “Hey buddy! Y’up fer some poker?”
“Naw,” he murmured. “S’only one game ah ever play. It’s called Westerado: Double Barreled.”
“Wossat?”
“It’s a Wild West open world game about revenge, where you kin do purty much whatever you want. You kin get into shootouts, buy fancy duds, play poker…”
“But you kin do all that right here, pardner!”
“Yeah, but not in a bee-yootiful pixel art style, see.”
I nodded. Made sense.
“An’ if ah had a hankerin’ fer this Westerado game, where could ah get it?”
“It’s on Steam right now.”
“Maybe ah’ll grab it sometime. An’ maybe the folks at home will too, then they kin play along with us.”
He stared at me. “Wut the heck’re you blabberin’ about now?”