Journal Day 1: This isn’t my body. The last thing I remember was sitting in a chair in the center of a room with five pictures. Now when I open my eyes, I am in a body that is not my own. I am a bounty hunter. Well… I was, she was, it’s all very confusing. Her child was killed, and her husband was taken. Now I hold her irons on my hips. I want revenge. We want revenge.
The gun fires easy enough at my enemies. I aim, I fire. Another one bites the dust. One step closer to my goal. Every conversation I have in this Weird West charms me with how odd everyone is. Oh, floods. Am I stuck here? Is this forever?
Journal Day 27: I’ve changed. I am still in the body of the hunter, but my skills… I am not sure how I can describe this without sounding mad. I’ve found these glowing purple objects and playing cards that cast a cool light like the sun itself that beats upon my face as I walk across the Weird West. Now, when I fire our, hers…my pistoles, the bullets carry an electric current through them. SIRENS BE DAMNED! When I jump, I jump higher. I shoot straighter. With each battle, I become something more. I think I am close now. Maybe once I am reunited with my stolen husband… I will be free.
Journal Day 53: I am no longer human. I am something monstrous. A grotesque Frankenstein of Pig and Man. A man that was never me. Or was me. Am I me? Now I am different. My abilities… different. My style of play has changed in the Weird West. I can rip through anyone who wrongs me. I am stronger. Poisoned by a witch and on a journey to kill a tree. It’s all so much… I fear I will not complete this mission. Things are difficult, but the Bounty Hunter is at my side. She was me. I was her. A brand on our bodies connect us.
Journal Day 73: I was someone else. I walked in the land of the dead. Am I dead? Oh floods, help me. I don’t know anymore. Now my body has it’s own duality. A duality of the soul and duality of monster. Everything is complicated, but I am compelled to finish this journey. This wonderful wild Weird West journey. Everything is connected. I just need to keep tying together these strings. One journey spread across five selfs. Others in the world see it. They know. They see beyond the flesh to the person in the vessel. I just want answers. Please.
Journal Day 93: Oh, floods… I got them.