You can play Hunt as Sheriff Hardin right now, by grabbing Legendary
Hunter “Sheriff Hardin" in-game. Those Hunt players who
have already delved into the texts in the Book of Weapons will have heard the
name Hardin before, in the letters sent by Snakeskin to his father. To
celebrate his addition as a Legendary Hunter, we're publishing an interview
with him we found in the archive. Read the first part here.
Interview transcript, 2/2
Interviewer: Unknown
Interviewee: W. Hardin
Undated
The first group out was attacked by a pack of the dogs. Was proud
to see them take down three of them, but not without a few causalities. I
couldn't look away; their flesh tore so easily... But it gave some of the others
the chance to slip away.
I told them, use the
knives to get the right hands and bring them back as a trophy - if the thing
has hands – paws in this case - prove to me you killed at least three, and
we'll see. Didn't want none of them just hiding out there and coming back
telling stories. Always need proof. Can't build a case with no proof.
I sat on the roof to
wait. Had a fair view from there, though the trees blocked a lot. I had saved a
a Marksman for myself, and I had a lot to think about. With the jails cleared
out, I could feed five or six through winter. What I'd done had crossed a line
in the law I had vowed to uphold, but what good was the law when the world changes
like this? One of the loyal ones, Russel, would take the hit if it came.
About then I started to
hear gunshots in the distance, screams, but mostly it was quiet. Even the bugs
gone silent. Took about an hour before they started coming back. Which means
about an hour until they started to run out of ammunition. Five of them. Five
out of almost 200. Worse odds than I expected, but what did they have to live
for anyway? Nothing. No country. No law. Nothing, no more. Same as me. You got
to fight hard to even scrape by, and even then you wake up wondering what the
point is. Everything looks like a prison these days.
Predator, prey, the
world has its way, and I have nothing but time. I remember I was
humming that to myself. It's one of my favorites. Felt pretty fitting, though I
was angling for a fistful of dollars from Huff for this. I watched the
survivors, keeping low, thinking. They'd collected a hell of a lot of trophies,
the littlest one wearing them around his neck. Then I had to consider. Is the most
dangerous one going to be the most help? Or the biggest danger to me? I've
always been a good shot. It didn't take me long to decide what to do. Didn't
need an extra mouth to feed if it might be trouble later, nope.
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