sighs in haunted frontier Well, partner, the blood moon rose over The Fort Buenaventura this week, and apparently even the possessed players decided they had better things to do than chase plastic through a cursed field. That's right — Week 6 of Shattercoast @ The Fort rolled tape, and the only thing that showed up was the tumbleweed. The tunnel didn't just collapse; it swallowed the entire leaderboard whole. No drifters, no duels, no high noon standoffs at the practice basket. Just me, this dusty booth, and the sound of my gills drying out. But look — the frontier ain't going anywhere, and neither is this league. Dust off your putters, saddle up, and let's give it another go next week. The Deadlands will still be here, waiting.