Ever get the urge to just up and blow something away? Sure, we all do. And about the only thing more satisfying than a violent impulse is a shared violent impulse. That's why whenever Craig and Jessica journey over from Cleveland for a weekend of unbridled decadence, we make it a point to swing by the Knickerbocker bar for some hard drinkin' and a few bloodlusting games of Big Buck Hunter.
Not many video games celebrate the savage thrill of destroying wildlife like Big Buck Hunter. Armed with an orange rifle, BBH allows the virtual hunter to fire in rapid chamber-loading succession at some truly majestic ten-point bucks. Supercharged on Pabst Blue Ribbon and thirsting for the kill, the four of us took turns gunning down those fucking deer.
Here Craig and Alex admire a bulls-eye as I send a round screaming into the dome of an unsuspecting buck:
Alex squeezes off some textbook hip shots. The purse dangling from her trigger hand didn't stop her from bagging a buck in this round:
Teeth gritted and upper lip curled into a murderous snarl, Jessica plugs a pair of darting bucks. That's how it's DONE, bitches! she screamed before shotgunning another PBR:
"Eagle-eye" Craig nabbed more deer than anyone on this afternoon. Here he is calmly splattering the brains of some doomed buck over the placid landscape:
Here's to good friends, good beer and Big Buck Hunter--all the thrill of the kill, none of the messy cleanup.