Blood In West Elizabeth

So I got into a bit of a spat in Blackwater the other night. Was minding my own business searching for Prairie Poppies (no homo) and this gringo Jarrad decided to start blazing away. We went back and forth a few times using the houses for cover. I lucked out and found a Rolling Block sniper rifle on a porch and then high-tailed it up the mountain into tree cover. It looked like Jarrad was holed up on a porch on the other side of town. At this point we commenced to have a sniper war that would last for a good 30 minutes or so. As you all know, I am a champion camper. Shiiieeeeeeeet, I have NO shame and a fuck load of patience. Poor Jarrad would soon learn about this the hard way... repeatedly.

After being maximum owned to breaking point, he quit the game. I later got sent this. Delicious validation of ownage...