The Escapist: Grey Noon.

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There was still, in the back of my mind, a nagging feeling that digital meant "not real," and that normal rules didn't apply. "It's the Wild West," we'd say, as if that made it alright. A couple of lowlifes, sitting on an empty railroad platform, taking potshots with their six irons at the locals saying "There's no law, this is the Wild West!" You walk up behind them with your tin star on your chest and say "That don't make it right," before you plug them both in the head with a Peacemaker Colt.

By Russ Pitts.

See also their article on /b/ and Serious Business.