Hunt: Showdown
It is no secret I play a fair bit of Hunt: Showdown, a game about being miserable in a swamp until someone murders you, and a pattern has emerged re: the murdering.
Through rigorous scientific study, I have determined that I am far more deadly with whatever bit of metal is strapped to the gun than the actual gun itself. This effect is multiplied if I cut out (!!!!) the middleman and just go with the pointy bit of metal.
Empirical evidence that these bullets are just Better®:
A quick valentine’s poem about love in the zombie-infested louisiana swamps. It’s ver’ romantic.
Out there in the swamp, it’s basically Romeo and Juliet but someone gets paid at the end.
That someone is probably the Cain hiding in a bush, alone and unloved.
