💎 PREMIUM: Id/monkeycockin - Collection

You step out of camp, ignore Dutch and his ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ rants about that "one big score," hop on your horse, and tear ass straight to the boonies. Sand kicks up in your eyes, the sun roasts your butt cheeks, and in the distance, you spot them – filthy bastards with carts full of rags, nodding their heads and humming some cowboy ballads about lost love. Graphics so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ beautiful, you can smell their unwashed socks from 2 meters away! I sneak up from behind, pull out my revolver, blast into the air – BOOM! – and watch the poor schmuck jump like a kangaroo on amphetamines. His horse bolts, the cart flips over, and he's cursing: "Why me, Lord?!" Because you deserved it! That's ART!