It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
We were facing an invisible enemy that seemed at once nowhere and everywhere.
We pulled happiness from any available source: a hamster washing his hands, Red Dead Redemption 2 bloopers, and, of course, the tiny rubber chickens that come in the boxes of Outlaw. In these dark days, it was the unusual and unexpected sparks of happiness that kept us going.
And as we squinted into the dark passageway trying to identify if that distant light was the end of the tunnel, or an oncoming train, we turned to these sources of happiness as often as we could, creating dioramas to keep us amused:
... smelling like the adventures we loved so well.
But as the war stretched on from weeks to months, even our rubber chicken supplies were running thin.
We thought toilet paper was what we needed, but really, we should have been hoarding rubber chickens.
Rubber chicken supplies are running thin. We will be getting more rubber chickens in mid-May. Please hold your rubber chickens close, my friends.
We will prevail, chickens or no chickens.
Stay strong, Outlaws.
