In my first hour i've died to a weirdo hiding in a cemetery with a full semi auto assault crossbow (not legal in the lands between), some meth head who clawed me off my horse in the woods, wild life that rocks golden fur or fire (somethings in the water), and some glorified lamp post that has the nerve to tell me to kick rocks, by kicking literal rocks, on fire, killing my horse.

I can't wait for the upcoming dangers ill come across in Califor- uh, the lands between.