That’s cool, but can I whip out a six-shooter while my private parts dangle in the breeze and cause a rootin’ tootin’ ruckus that leaves my enemies with chills going up their spine whenever they see bare buttocks? This is the question I’ve found myself asking of The Legend of California, a multiplayer survival shooter that the studio currently led by former Overwatch director Jeff Kaplan are releasing in early access this year.

Judging by its announcement trailer, Kaplan and the team at Kintsugiyama have stuck Rust and Red Dead Online into a big blender. The result’s a massive and ever-evolving collection of biomes making up a facsimile of the golden state in the gold rush-era, with gangs of pardners running around in stetsons. You can shoot your fellow cowboys, build a ranch to serve as your base, and assault enemy strongholds. Or, you can just go full bushperson, retreat into the wilds, and dedicate your life to foraging with crudely crafted weaponry at your side.

Sounds like the sort of survival sandbox which could easily offer the backdrop to plenty of fun evenings getting up to hijinks with your mates, especially given Red Dead Online’s dearth of new additions in recent years.

But. Can. You. Have. A. Nude. Battle. Royale? You know, the sort that’ve long been an entire genre of Rust YouTube video, as newbies armed with only rocks, fists, and their sheer will to survive duke it out in truly Darwinian fashion.

Everyone in The Legend of California’s first trailer and initial screenshots is clothed to my eye, so I don’t know. All I can do is hope that the chaps are optional. You might argue that taking on a gang of outlaws in nothing but a hat and a pair of spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle is reckless and unrealistic. You’re right, but I still think it’ll help this game cement itself amid the array of surviva-shenaniganers in many of our Steam libraries.

As of right now, all I can do is wishlist the game on Steam and request access for an upcoming playtest. So, I’ve fired my revolver at those buttons and retreated to the saloon, where I’ll last five minutes before being kicked out for my lack of modesty.