The 30 Second Walkthrough

What happens when a malicious, anonymous tip hits a household full of kids, a 3rd shift working tired dad, a full time tired mom, and two local detectives just trying to do their jobs?

In this explosive episode of The Meyers Family Conspiracy, Steven Meyers Jr. takes you step-by-step through Case Number 2020-09-204 from the Alamance County Sheriff's Office. Dated September 16, 2020, at 11:10 AM, Steven was awoken from a post-work exhaustion to find Investigator R. Aleem and Officer C. White on his front porch investigating a bogus Chapter 90 cannabis cultivation complaint.

Steven breaks down the heavy, calculated risk he took by granting a consent search instead of demanding a warrant, defying years of institutional trauma because a gut instinct told him these specific officers were telling the truth.

Inside this episode:

• Forensic Vindication: A deep dive into the official paperwork that stamped this incident report with the ultimate legal determination: UNFOUNDED.
• The Behavioral Science of a Setup: Unmasking the psychological warfare of "Proxy Abuse," "Weaponized Surveillance," and the trauma-induced hypervigilance it forces onto an innocent family.
• The Source Revealed: Why Steven’s own father sold out the true origin of the malicious call—and the toxic endgame behind trying to place Steven and Monica into a prison or a mental institution to steal their children.
• The System Intercepted: How anonymous infrastructure gets weaponized as a free, state-sponsored harassment delivery system, and why it failed completely.

🎮 STICK AROUND FOR THE BONUS CONTENT: After the credits roll, the heavy reality takes a backseat to some absolute gaming chaos. Stay tuned as Steven boots up Red Dead Redemption 2 for a bit, tries to navigate the frontier, and gets his absolute a kicked in real-time. It’s the raw, unedited comedown you need after a heavy dive into the conspiracy.

Transcript

SPEAKER_01 0:00

When you refuse to stay silent, the people who used to control you get desperate. And when desperate people realize their psychological mind games aren't working anymore, they try to escalate. They try to weaponize the state, for example. Welcome back to the Myers Family Conspiracy. I'm Steven Myers Jr. Today we are diving into case number 2020-09-204 from the Alamance County Sheriff's Office. The date was september 16, 2020. Time reported eleven ten AM. I was fast asleep, utterly exhausted after pulling a brutal late night shift at a club I was working both door and sound for in Greensboro. I wasn't the one who answered the heavy knock on the back door. Monica did. And she was standing there holding our daughter Chiara, who at this time was less than a year old, having just been born on December 30th, 2019. Meanwhile, our oldest, again the one not by birth, you know, with any involvement of me, clearly, Olivia, who was born on January 6, 2017, just running around the living room, playing like a three-year-old normally would, being an innocent kid. Monica opens the door and standing on the porch aren't hostile agents looking to kick the door down. It is two local detectives. One is Investigator R. Aleem, ID 787. The other is Officer C. White, ID 698. A guy I internally nicknamed the My Chemical Romance Detective, because I swear to God, the man looked exactly like Gerard Way. Now today, we're doing a forensic breakdown of what happens when a malicious, anonymous tip hits a house full of kids, a tired dad, a mom working her ass off, and two detectives just trying to do their jobs. We are talking about the night and day difference between textbook legal protocol and the massive risk I chose to take instead. Segment one, the two roads, legal protocol versus my risk. Monica comes into the bedroom, wakes me up, and tells me that law enforcement is on the back porch. They want to talk to me. I shake off the sleep, I walk out into the kitchen, go out to the back porch, and I meet these two detectives face to face. Shake hands. Everybody's really nice. This is what's exceptionally surprising to me, but you when that happens, you just kind of want to roll with it, right? So they explain the situation with total professionalism. They received a tip under North Carolina Chapter 90, the North Carolina Controlled Substances Act. Someone alleged that I was growing and cultivating cannabis inside this house. So they tell me, look, if you just let us take a quick look around so we can clear this, we'll leave, we won't bother you anymore. And I'm just like, uh I don't know. Like, normally you're not supposed to talk to cops without an attorney present. You guys don't have a warrant. Like, this could just be somebody harassing me. And then uh Detective Valem is like, look, like, you know, unfortunately, if you don't let us in here just to just to see what's going on, and then we're out of here, you run the risk of squat rolling up in here. And that can happen really fast, and we don't want that to happen. We genuinely just want to make sure that this isn't a thing, and we'll leave, we won't bother you anymore. So, like, that's the second time it gets said. And here's the thing we're gonna pause the tape right here. Let's look at this scientifically and legally, okay? Now, if you consult any defense attorney, civil rights advocate, or constitutional law textbook, there is a strict step-by-step process for how you are legally supposed to interact with the police when they show up without a warrant. Step one, assert your Fourth Amendment rights. The Fourth Amendment protects you against unreasonable searches and seizures. Step two, ask for a warrant. If they do not have a signed search warrant from a judge, you do not let them cross the threshold of your door, back door or front door. Nope. Step three, remain silent. You decline to answer questions without an attorney present. That is the standard playbook. You know, just paraphrasing, right? And honestly, 99% of the time, it is the safest route. It prevents any chance of a setup or a misunderstanding. But I chose a completely different road. I took a massive, calculated risk. I looked at Detective Leem and Detective White. My kids are behind me with Monica. Olivia's now curious. I wanted to set a good example for the girls. I wanted them to see their father handle a high pressure situation. Sorry. Talking about this is still kind of stressful, even though it's actually like a happy ending type story. But I wanted them to see their father handle a high pressure situation with absolute dignity, calm, and zero fear. And I also wanted Monica to know that this is bullshit, because clearly, like, you can't grow weed in a house without your fiance knowing how the fuck. How are you gonna hide that shit? Come on now. Come on now. So, anyways, I'm I just so I looked at detectives directly in their eyes, which is really hard for me to do. And I asked them, Are you playing games with me? Are you really just gonna leave? And they promised me they're telling the truth. They said, Yeah, promise. We're not here to mess with you. Hang on, I gotta kill some bounty hunters. Actually, you know what? I am so rude. How could I not let y'all have um there we go? I'm probably not gonna make it. I died. I wanted to turn it up so y'all could hear the gunfight, and well, I basically left Red Dead Redemption 2 just and I forgot that it was somewhere where um I was wanted. Fuck. Holy shit. So now I gotta pull the map up, right? And look where we are. Oh yeah, we're in Strawberry. So in New Hanover, I've got a 790 bounty in uh West Elizabeth 210 in Amberino Zero. So we're gonna really quickly, before we get started back on this, we're going to find our horsey. I don't know where our horsey is, but he our horse is here somewhere.

SPEAKER_05 7:33

Come on.

SPEAKER_01 7:35

There he is. Who's a good horsey? So we jump on the horsey, right? Get on this road and we get the fuck out of Dodge. Like, this game is ridiculously stupid big. Problem is, is I can't I can't see fuck all because of the sun in the room, but it's so beautiful coming through the windows, and like the game is is way too realistic. So if it's dark, bruh, it's fucking dark. And uh sometimes the horse is really dumb. Like, you can't expect them to have a high IQ to begin with, they're stupid as shit. Alright, maybe if I cross this river really quickly, I'll be on the other side. Are we in Amberia? Nope. Now we're in fucking New Hanover. So we gotta get out of New Hanover real quickly. I got like a fucking $790 bounty. If two detectives were looking for me here and they found me, they wouldn't be all uh that worked out for not for them. Oh it worked out for me, it didn't work out for them. Alright, there we go. So passing through, there's this beautiful waterfall here on the left. It just looks wonderful. There's somebody riding in a horse. I shot him in the head. And uh I just shot somebody's horse. Shoot, why can't I shoot her? Hammering her over? Oh lord. They never let me have any fun. We do definitely have to get the fuck out of New Hanover, though. Otherwise, like 200 bounty hunters are gonna show up. I have like zero health core, zero stamina core, zero deadeye core. I have no idea why I didn't take care of myself. I think it's because Arthur has tuberculosis. Okay, we're finally in Amberino. And uh here we are. So here we can relax a little bit, okay. And we can kind of just chill. Arthur has tuberculosis, so anywho. Let's get back to it. So basically, like, I'm at the point where I feel like these detectives may not be playing a game with me. They just want to find out I think that they think it's bullshit, but they just need to see. And like I feel that, but I also feel how some cops are assholes and lie like a motherfucker. Now I remember what I said about how I wanted to do right by the girls, and I also wanted Monica to see that, like, you know, I don't know what's going on here, but this is fucking nonsense. Like, I might be known for smoking weed, but I'm no kingpin. That's kind of crazy. So I told them, I'm like, look, if you promise me that's fine, please don't bullshit me. I don't like being bullshitted. Just do what you gotta do, okay? Logically speaking, what was I doing right there? It was a horrible, terrible idea. Every single survival instinct I had developed up to that point had uh it's screaming at me to shut the fucking door. By granting a consent search without a warrant, you're stepping onto a legal tightrope with absolutely no safety net. If an officer wants to find something, or if they decide to misinterpret a piece of audio gear, a botanical compound, or a regular household item, you have legally signed away your primary defense. You are completely 100% exposed. Now, you have to understand the context of the timeline here. This is September of 2020. This is way before the formal meetings, before the bigger legal shifts, before the beating from the cops, before any kind of systemic bridges were built, up to this exact calendar date, I had experienced absolutely nothing but negative, hostile, and biased encounters with the Alamance County Sheriff's Department. To me, that uniform didn't represent protection, it represented a system that had consistently been weaponized to make my life a living hell. Every piece of historical data I possessed told me these guys were there to trap me. But in that exact split second, sitting there in the heavy silence of the kitchen, as I'm walking in with, well, standing there, walking through rather, uh, with detectives Leem and White as this is beginning. This completely different feeling overrode my brain. You can call it intuition, you can call it a gut instinct, or call it an unexplainable shift in perception. Something deep down inside was telling me, just listen to them, let them come in and have a fast look. They're gonna leave, they are gonna stick to their word. It defied all logic, I promise you. I fucking I know there's people that are just like, what the fuck? I prom I promise you, 100%, it went against years of institutional trauma. But as I'm looking at Detective Valen being respectful towards Monica and the kids and not even making it look like it's an interaction between cops and a potential suspect, and Detective White as he does what I'm about to tell you, I and this whole thing's over in 60 seconds, by the way. I had this overwhelming certainty. Yeah, 60 fucking seconds. Done. But let's just get there. At least you feel better in your heart. Trust me, it's okay. Despite the badge, and despite the badge's history in my life, these two specific human beings were actually telling me the absolute truth. I took a leap of faith over a cliff of massive legal risk, betting entirely on my ability to read the room and their willingness to keep their promise. Segment two. The behavioral science of the setup. Why did someone make that phone call? Or why would somebody type in a tip online to Crime Stoppers or whatever method was used for this to happen? Okay, why? In behavioral psychology, there is an attempt at uh proxy abuse or weaponized surveillance, or both. When a toxic or narcissistic family dynamic hold on. When a toxic or narcissistic family dynamic loses direct control over a target, they seek out a third party. In this case, law enforcement, to act as an instrument of their harassment. They were hoping for a specific psychological reaction from me. They expected reactive abuse or panic. They assumed I would scream, fight, bar the door. That would have given the detectives reasonable suspicion, or what we know is probable cause, even, just by acting that type of erratic. It can do that. But instead, I gave them total transparency. So he did the walkthrough, and Detective Valem stayed up front. Listen, he was very respectful. I'm I'm telling you, like, if it was anything otherwise, I would just I would just be like, this is what it is. I'm promising, like, super respectful. He's talking to Monica for like a little under a minute. Monica's got Chiara. Everybody, like, it wasn't like they were trying to make it look like you know, police were doing business, like I said. So meanwhile, me and Detective Mike Chemical Romance walked through the rest of the house. And that took less than 30 seconds. Why? Because I wasn't lying to them. There was no grow-up. There was no pounds and pounds and pounds of weed sitting around. There was no there were no cultivation setups. There's just a dad and a mom, his music studio, her corner of mom cave, their kids, toys, a peaceful home. Do I use cannabis? I've never hidden it on this show. I use indica-leaning products strictly for symptom regulation. If anything, to manage the severe depression and heavy toll this multi-year family saga is taken on my mind and body if we're talking about shit now. But a massive illegal cultivation operation? That's a farce. So Detective White looked around, right? He turns to me, and I'm paraphrasing here because I don't have this on tape. I I wasn't taping things at the time, had no reason to. Like, why would I? Anyways, he says something along the lines of there's absolutely no evidence that you're cultivating or growing or that you have any cannabis here or anything like that. And I said something along the lines of uh, well, yeah, I know, but thank you. And I appreciate you trusting me, and thanks for realizing I wasn't lying to you. And I want to make it explicitly clear to my listeners and girls, if you're listening, please know that these guys were incredibly nice to our family. They were not assholes. In the climate of local law enforcement at this point in time, and remember this was way before the formal meetings and the bigger legal shifts later on. Having two detectives act with that level of empathy, fairness, and professionalism was not always a par of the course. They kept their word completely. Look, I think they just saw the reality and realized they've been handed a fake tip and were just out after confirming it was fake. Segment three. The psychological toll and unmasking the source. Even though Detective Aleem and Detective White were great, we need to address the severe systemic reality of what this call actually did. Let's talk about trauma-induced hypervigilance. Let's talk about when you're weaponizing the police against a household, how you're launching a psychological assault on everyone inside. Vermonica, answering that door meant an instantaneous spike in cortisol and adrenaline. The s I hope I'm saying this word right, physiological triggers for fight or flight. You're forced into a survival state in your own back porch where she answered the door, so she's right there in the kitchen. For our kids, if they were in uniform and were aggressive, it might have introduced an insidious form of developmental stress. Now, Olivia was three, Chiara was a baby, not even a year old. When children witness official armed authority figures sweeping through their sanctuary, which look, it it wasn't like that. Like I told you, they were really nice, and he just looked around and walked around, and that was that. Like there was no it wasn't crazy. It wasn't like the Nazis looking for Jews. All right, it was done out nice, quick, polite, goodbye. But it could have planted a fracture of their fundamental sense of environmental safety. It could have planted a seed of anxiety that tells them that their home can be breached at any moment because of a ghost outside. I think it's a sick, malicious psychological game to play around innocent children. So who did it?

SPEAKER_00 20:59

Who actually picked up the phone? Who?

SPEAKER_01 21:08

Well, stop playing motherfucking games, it was Angela. How do I know? Because dad told me she did it. There are times in the middle of all of this chaos. Yeah? Where dad would actually break rank and sell Angela out. He gave her up. Now I don't know if she knows that he sold her out to me, and frankly, I don't give a shit if she knows or not. But the truth always bleeds through the cracks of a fractured family alliance. Case in point right fucking now. Now look at how the Alamance County how the system rather look at how the system in Alamance County actually functions. Got him. People call tips into the Alamance County Sheriff's Department. They utilize standard anonymous tip routing or non-emergency investigative lines. And yeah, that does include uh stuff like Alamance County Crime Stoppers. Uh this is relevant because the system is designed to protect citizens reporting actual public safety threats. But toxic abusers. But toxic actors abuse this exact infrastructure. They exploit the anonymity. And I can never say that fucking word. Anonymity anime. I I d I don't know how to fuck to say that fucking word. So here's what I think of that. Ooh, is that a fish in the water? Hold on. Can I shoot the fish? I'll be damned I can shoot the fucking fish in the water with a rifle. That is just wow. That's cool. Anyways, listen they exploit this being anonymous or however the fuck you say it, anonymous either the word I can't say that I'm terrible at. Knowing the department is legally required to investigate Chapter 90 complaints. So I allege they are using county protocols as a free state. I allege that they're using the state fucking. They use the county's protocols as a free state-sponsored harassment delivery system, completely shielded from immediate cross-examination. Tell me it's not true.

SPEAKER_00 24:12

Don't worry, I'll wait. She had been trying to do this to me for fucking years.

SPEAKER_01 24:48

The plan was calculated on the sick hope that both of us would completely flip out over the threat of losing our kids. Creating the chaotic explosion she needed. So she could sweep right in and take them. Well, listeners and girls, clearly, Angela, Aunt G, is stupid as fuck. And does not understand how the real world works. Her little endgame failed completely that morning. It's still failing today. She's never going to admit it. She's too busy going to a racist white people church in Prospect Hill, living with the stolen valor of children. She doesn't deserve to be around.

SPEAKER_00 25:35

And that is the unadulterated truth.

SPEAKER_01 26:40

You know, if I'd done that in real life, Dad would have been so proud of me. Or he would have at least faked it. I don't know. Now the way the way everything looks in life growing up is just like I was set up for failure for this stuff. I was set up for failure from the start. So I don't know. Maybe my whole childhood was a lie. Segment four. The written vindication. Unfounded. Now the story doesn't end with this whole they went through the house in 30 seconds and it was done. So as they're leaving, I asked them who called it in, and they weren't gonna tell me. I don't blame them. They couldn't. So later down the line, I filed a formal Freedom of Information Act request on their official website through their portal to get a the public copy of the incident report. I wanted forensic proof. I wanted to see the paper trail of this conspiracy. And when I got that report back under the section for the reporting person or informant, it's completely blank. The state protected them under the umbrella of society slash public. The ghost who tried to destroy my life hid in the dark. They are terrified of the light because they know our narrative cannot survive public scrutiny, but there's also police policy where you know that kind of stuff isn't going to be shown to you. And it is what it is. There's also one specific scientific legal term on this report that completely obliterates any plan tied to it. If you look at the very bottom left of case number 2020, hyphen 09-204, right next to the date, there is a box labeled case status. It doesn't say pending, it doesn't say insufficient evidence, it says unfounded.

SPEAKER_03 28:53

Fuck yeah! Oh fuck. That's amazing. Whoa. Whoa. Is there another one? No fucking way.

SPEAKER_01 29:06

Yeah Motherfucker cut your fucking ass. You go ahead and you I'll track you later. I ain't even worried about you. I want to see this motherfucker. How many stars?

SPEAKER_03 29:16

I just got a three-star mock fucking rocky mock fucking Yes!

SPEAKER_01 29:22

Three-star Rocky Mountain Bull Elk, are you kidding me? That, my friends, is a perfect elk pelt. Oh my god. We are going to the motherfucking trapper right now. This is very founded. Meaning that there is evidence that what we've done has just happened. For example, if you were to say or allege, hey, there's a dead fucking elk and his body's ripped apart to shit, and uh somebody skinned the motherfucker like Hannibal Lecter and took off, I would say that's very founded because I 100% just did that shit. And now I'm looking on the map to see if I can find a trapper. Is there a trapper nearby? Fuck, I don't know if there's a trapper anywhere near Amarino. That would really suck. Oh fuck. Oh boy. Hold on. That would really fucking suck. So if the trapper is all the oh, is there a closer there's gotta be a closer one. Shit. This is un American.

SPEAKER_02 30:39

So let's look on the fucking index. Right there.

SPEAKER_01 30:46

So there's one at Rig Station. Sandania where it's dead or alive. Fuck. It looks like I'm going. Well, no, wait, wait, hold on. No, no, no. Go shit.

SPEAKER_02 31:00

Well, no, I don't want you doing that. I want you to. No, you're gonna take me up here. Boy, it's gonna be a long trip.

SPEAKER_01 31:18

Alright, so we have to go to the trapper and take this perfect elk pelt to the trapper. Because I have never fucking had this happen in my life in this game, and I've been playing this game for what? I don't know, five years now. Shit. So let's see here. We're gonna walk slow and set it on autopilot so I can finish this. All of this is very founded. I definitely did all of this. I shot the elk right in the fucking heart. It died on the side of the river. I skinned it like a motherfucker, and now it's on the back of my horse, and I'm riding to the trapper. But you know what is unfounded? That box labeled case status. It says unfounded. Unfucking founded. In forensic and police science, unfounded is a powerful determination. It means the investigation formally concluded that the reported crime never actually occurred. It is the absolute permanent legal record stating that the tip was a total fabrication. Now, to the person who dialed the sheriff's office that morning, well, you wanted a dramatic bust. And clearly you wanted to see me in handcuffs in front of Monica and my daughters, or you wanted to see Monica and I both in handcuffs in front of our daughters and dad and Sue. To me, you wanted the system to break me. But instead, your malice backfired. Oh, hold on, I gotta shoot somebody. Hang on. Shoot you in the head. Nope. You bitch. Yeah, fuck you, dude. Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be following me. Game is game. Assholes. Witness. Who the fuck witnessed that?

unknown 33:35

I'll tear you apart.

SPEAKER_01 33:40

Seriously. Are you for fucking real right now? Oh my god. Where's he at? Oh, don't go down there. Are you serious, bro? Where are you at? Damn it, there's another one? Fuck me, man. These fucking people. Where are ya? Where'd you go? Oh, there you are, you piece of fu. Fuck, where are you at? This is really annoying. Dude, dude, where are you? Like, why are you running? Oh, he goes, he was gonna die. That's why I'm gonna fucking shoot him in his head. Why aren't you pulling your fucking gun out? Shoot the motherfucker already. There. Finally. Jesus wept. He's dead. There's no more witness. Can I fucking go now?

SPEAKER_03 34:31

Like, holy shit!

SPEAKER_01 34:35

Sometimes the game just does whatever the fuck it wants. Like, you can select uh the carbine repeater and have it ready on standby. And then it just says, nah, motherfucker, you're getting the rolling block rifle or whatever. We're gonna give you that instead. And who are you? You shouldn't just be shooting at random people. That does not work out. Is there another one to use? Or is that it? Holy shit, there's another one to use. There, you're dead. Holy shit. Y'all motherfuckers need to mind your business and stop shooting at me. I didn't do anything. I was just fucking riding my business.

SPEAKER_04 35:12

Yep.

SPEAKER_01 35:16

Oh my god, that was so much fun. That was so much fucking fun. Unlike this story. You know, whoever did this ended up proving to two professional detectives that I am a transparent man with nothing to hide. You gave me the official paperwork that proves my innocence in black and white, and worst of all, for you, you gave me an incredible episode for the podcast. So Angela, thanks a lot, bitch. You've given me plenty of good episodes for this podcast, but I I would have rather had, I don't know, the time with my children than what the fuck you did, you piece of shit. So fuck you, fuck your dad, fuck your stepmom, fuck your face with a hammer, like you're just a piece of shit. Fuck you, asshole. That knock at the door was supposed to be the end of my story. Instead, it's just season three, episode six. Thank you for listening. Keep your boundaries high, keep your records clean. Never, never, never let the shadows scare you when you are standing in the light. I'm Steven Myers Jr. This is the Myers Family Conspiracy. We'll see you next time.

SPEAKER_02 37:26

You don't look hungry. Do I have any horse food?

SPEAKER_01 37:30

Oh yeah, here I have some food. That made him happy. Uh oh you son of a bitch! You're a fucking ass fucker. How dare y'all run your horses into me while I'm riding. Oh lord. These two dudes just rode up on me and I ran my horse into one of them. It might have been on purpose, I'm not gonna lie.

SPEAKER_02 38:07

Here you go. Take that perfect elk pellet. We're gonna stow it on here. There you go. That's a good boy.

SPEAKER_01 38:17

Now here we are. Like this is a really long ride. All the fucked way. To the western part of Lemoyne. Because I don't know where the fuck a trapper is anywhere near here. In West Elizabeth, I have a bounty of way too much fucking money.

SPEAKER_02 38:44

Oh, I can just cross the river here. Fuck that. Is there somebody to kill? Who's that? Where are you? Where'd you go?

SPEAKER_01 38:59

Come on, man. I saw I just saw you. I hate how the game does that. It'll introduce things that are that are just like random occurrences. Is that a fucking bear? Jesus fuck. Well, where is he? Stop, dude. Quit do- Oh my god, you stupid fucking horse. Just let me shoot the mother f oh my god. This fucking horse! I get out of the fucking Oh my god, you fucking dumb horse. Get back here, you piece of shit.

unknown 39:36

Oh my god.

SPEAKER_01 39:39

Fuck you. I actually smack you in your fucking big dumb horse dome. Dropping me in the fucking river like that? You're such a dick. I see a bear. I'm not gonna run. I'm just gonna drop the human on my back and fucking take off, because you know, that's just how we do it. Dickhead. Alright, so now we gotta get to the other part of the map. So let's see here.

SPEAKER_04 40:00

Um how about right here?

SPEAKER_02 40:14

Can I not go down there? Well, I could probably go down here. So it's a long fucking way to this stupid trapper.

SPEAKER_01 40:41

Horsies riding on the road, and I'm shooting random things. So now we're about to cross into where are we? Oh fuck, we're in New I why are we in New Hanover? I didn't ask to go through New Hanover. What's what what the fuck is happening? Oh shit, I did. You couldn't just take me that way? Oh, you're a piece of fu- This fucking game is such an asshole. Like it's such an asshole. It could have taken me the shorter way that could have crossed the top of fucking uh Amberino, and I wouldn't have had to go anywhere near New Hanover. But now I'm in New Hanover for like one minute. I shot a guy in the back of the head who's in front of me. He shouldn't have been fucking around. I don't know what to tell you. You know, trying to save 50% of his car insurance. What? Who are you?

SPEAKER_03 41:42

Hey, that's a nice looking horse you have there.

SPEAKER_01 41:46

Your mom. Oh yeah, are you? No, you're not talking to me. You're fucking dead. Shut the fuck up, man. I'm trying to ride my horse. Y'all motherfuckers be stupid. I got a $790 bounty in New Hanover. I'm not trying to be here. Who witnessed a murder? Oh my god. Like, I hate you people. Witness murder. Wanted. Crime reported. Your mother reported a crime. Your dad fucked her and got her pregnant and gave birth to you. That was a crime. Holy shit, this is a long fucking way for a to go for a perfect or just to sell a perfect elk. What is this? Is this a campground? Nobody's here. At least the crime happened in New Hanover and not in Amborino. If the crime happened in Amborino, that means that I'd have a bounty here, and I would just be really sad because it's the only place that I don't have a fucking bounty. There's no way I'm gonna raise fucking $790 for West East or New Hanover's bounty. There's just no way. I think in this playthrough of the game, I think got most of all the gold bars that were hidden. So I am pretty sure that there's not many around that I don't already know about that I already picked up. So getting the money to get the bounty would be an act of fucking act of god or something. Some of these roads are just mentally retarded, like holy shit. You're just riding and riding. If you had a dirt bike back then, that would be so much easier. Like, why don't we go back in time and just give all the cowboys dirt bikes? And like solar power engines. We got horses, mate. Yeah, but your horse is shit. Fucking everywhere. There's horse shit everywhere. It smells like fucking God's ass. Like, motherfucker. Alright, so here. Oh shit. So how can I get down there? Can I fucking ride the horse down there? Or is it a mountain ledge? I don't know. I can't fucking see. Oh shit, fuck. That almost ended really badly. Um so where's the stupid fucking trapper?

SPEAKER_02 44:20

Oh boy.

SPEAKER_01 44:23

Alright, so the trapper's nearby. Come on, just go. Just slide down. Oh fuck, are you serious with this fucking shit? Can you slide down? Oh god, go, man. Just go. Go, you stupid horse. Dude, go! Oh my god, go! What do you do? Fucking jump. Go fuck. Go! Dumbass. See? Did you die? Dumb fuck. I swear the horse is just fucking the horse and my sister have something in common. They're both fucking stupid as shit. Alright, we're finally fucking here. Okay. So now we're gonna cross into. Okay, where is the trapper? There he is. Okay. Alright, we're crossing now into Le Moyne. We're gonna go to the trapper. What?

SPEAKER_02 45:34

I'm so confused. Alright. There he is.

SPEAKER_05 45:43

Cool. What do you have for me? Right, can't you?

SPEAKER_02 45:46

Can we sell it? Where the fuck is it?

SPEAKER_01 45:55

There it is.

SPEAKER_02 46:00

All right, I sold it. And uh where is he? All right. Okay. Is that all?

SPEAKER_05 46:17

It makes the hardiest clothes around. Don't know that.

SPEAKER_02 46:28

Fuck, serious? What? Oh, I need ten raven feathers.

unknown 46:42

Oh man.

SPEAKER_02 46:44

I can't make f I can't get fucking anything, man. Ooh, I can get a rustic vest.

SPEAKER_01 46:53

I can't afford it. Fuck. I could buy something, but I can't fucking afford it. What if I just shoot him? Alright, he's dead. Just killed a trapper. Alright, folks. Have a great night.