The day starts out like any other. I slowly lumber my way through my camp, nodding at my fellow gang members who call my name, and make my way to my trusty steed. We’re about to head out onto the trail and start a day of endless possibility. I have my mental to-do list of selling some goods at the fence, visiting the trapper to pawn a pelt I bagged from the day before, pick up meat and medicine for the camp and possibly pay a visit to a stranger to collect some debts. Traveling between those points could bring any kind of friendly or nefarious encounters. The old west is an unpredictable beast!
Then it hit me. I’m a glorified errand boy. I’m doing chores like its a Saturday afternoon in the real world. I just happen to have a virtual gun and freedom, so that’s supposed to make it exciting.