"Never touch a Cowboy's hat" 

So I started off just tryin' to fix my radiation problem that I got from a job, thinkin’ I could shop my way outta it. Little did I know, the real issue was a Korean guild runnin’ experiments like some kinda Frankenstein factory. They’ve been rerunnin’ the game over and over, experimentin' on NPCs from other games for "research".  I’m sittin’ here worried about my stats, and they’re out here sellin’ overpriced items they made from cheatin' the system. 

Now, I usually stay outta these kinds of things, but when you’ve seen how much these folks have been rippin' off the people of Neo-Genis with their overpriced cures and that unkillable critter they made, well, I figured it was time someone did somethin’ about them. And since I ain’t one for keepin' anyone else's reputation squeaky clean, I figured it’d be me—and my guns would do the talkin'.

After dealin' with what they called a defense line, I found myself lookin' down the barrel at the last researcher of the guild. Poor bastard locked himself in the lab, lettin’ his machines do the dirty work. I figured I’d give him a shot at redemption, but nope—he set the place to blow. And so I sent him back to the Player hub. Thankfully I had enough time to grab a couple of research and a lab rat. That same idiot then remotely accessed the facility to let loose all sorts of horrors they were working on,

Hours later, I was featured in Neo-Genis news. Given the nickname "GlitchWalker", the man responsible for destroying the research guild and unleashing a swarm of "GlitchRat". No sweat off my back though—I’m cured and got myself a nice little sidekick: Steward Biggle.

Say Hi Steward

"HELLO..."

"Reckon some fights leave scars no gun can fix."

Sometimes you don't see the end comin’, but I reckon that’s what makes it hit harder. Lornn, a friend and the closest thing I had to a true ally, asked for my help. He wanted to keep his guild out of the mess with the bounty hunters from Marquis, so we set up shop elsewhere, away from the heat. Thought we were bein' smart, keepin' them off his crew’s back. Turns out, smart didn’t cut it.

While we took the fight to another game biome, Marquis came after his guild anyway. No sign of Lornn, but they didn’t care. They tore through it like wolves, leaving ruin and blood behind, guildmates who weren’t even part of the damn bounty. And by the time we handled those bounty-hunters and came back, it was all gone. Lornn’s world, his people—everything.

I saw it in his eyes when he learned the truth. That moment, he knew it was over. I knew I couldn’t talk him down, and I reckon deep down, I understood why. He wanted to go out on his own terms, and I couldn’t stop him. Now, Lornn’s gone. A martyr for what he believed. And me? I just make sure the story gets told, loud and clear. That’s the least I can do for him.

I never really saw the differences between NPC and Players. But after today, I can see the line clearly. Man are monsters, We're greedy, we are heartless. We are guilty. We are in a game, They're home. The only place they know. Sure we might've created the game, but do we live in it? fuck no. This ALL could've been avoided if there weren't self-appointed sheriffs running around, being the "bigger person" by putting money on people's heads just because they can. My opinion on Marquis Guild is forever dropping, eventually, this opinion will make the papers.. For now. I shall watch. I don't chase trouble, but I'll gladly herd cattle into the slaughterhouse and have them on another's plate by mornin'.