Gaming WTF: Was playing RDR2, and decided to try out some saloon poker since it was nearly a full table.
The first couple rounds were fine enough, but what followed was a period of complete slaughter where I ended up hemorrhaging money and continuously buying back in in an attempt to at least win enough back to break even.
Players came and went. Time passed ( the entire match from start to finish ended up being three ingame days). But still, Alvin in his yellow shirt just sat there and ate more and more of the table's money. A black hole in human form.
Finally I managed to get a good hand and got back almost $15 of my spent cash, but Ol' Alvin was still sitting pretty on a good $13 bank (he had over $25 at one point)... I had recovered my honor, but now I was greedy for both cash and revenge.
Finally, Alvin left the table and called it a night, nearly $14 in his pocket... And I got up and followed him.
The plan was to hang back a bit, tail him until he left town, and then put on a mask and mug him. I stayed a distance away, and picked up the trail of his horse to keep up.
Eventually he mounted a hill on the outskirts of town, and I got ready for the strike... I put on my mask, charged up the hill after his trail, and... found his horse. Just standing there. He was nowhere to be seen.
I checked around, and nope... no people there. No people tracks either. I decided to check his saddlebags, and got a hoof in my gut for the trouble. I tried bribing his horse with calming words and neck pats, but the horse remained a stalwart defender of the man's satchel. Irritated, I drew my sawn-off and popped a slug into his equine brain. The threat dealt with, I rummaged through the sack and found two dollars.
Those damn ethereal poker kings and their blasted teleportation abilities!