Emmett stares at the two barrows in the earth. Rudimentary tombstones protrude at the end of the lumps. Jeremy Fletcher and Susan Fletcher. His parents.
He doesn't quite know how to feel. He can't figure out how other people are able to stay so upbeat, even if death is pretty common here. Then again, there's no time for mourning, is there?
Emmett sighs as he stands up. After patting the dirt from his pants, he looks around his family's farm. There's no way he's going to be able to take care of all this land by himself.
'I guess the best thing I can do with it is sell it to some folk for money.' It may be his family home, but, well, Emmett's never really felt a connection to it.
He's lived here for fifteen years, seldom going to towns. Is it any wonder that someone like him would get more than a little stir crazy?
Walking into the house, Emmett surveys the interior that he spent fifteen agonizing years in. His parents weren't bad people, just simple farmers.
But the simple life isn't for Emmett. 'What kind of life is for me? What life can I even live? There are so few... options,' As he thinks that, he spots an old rusty revolver hung above the fireplace.
His Father's revolver. It's always bothered him how something that relied on gunpowder was left hanging above a place where fires are supposed to go. Deciding it's finally about time to fix that, he grabs the gun, and examines it.
'I don't know what model it is. But it seems to be a black powder revolver,' he thinks.
"It definitely needs some maintenance if I want to take it with me," he murmurs to himself. Though that's when something strange happens.
You have picked your starter weapon.
Your Class is, Gunslinger!
Pick your Archetype!
Cowboy Bounty Hunter Sheriff Outlaw
Recoiling back in surprise, he instinctively swipes at the holograph.
You have chosen the, Outlaw, Archetype.
As an Outlaw Diehard, you have access to the D.I.E.H.A.R.D.S. System!
Do you wish to proceed with the tutorial?
Yes No
'What is happening?' Emmett asks no one in particular. All he did was pick up a gun, and now he's seeing a game-like interface?
He honestly wants to feel shocked, but this isn't even the strangest thing that's happened to him in the last fifteen years. And yes, while he is a little confused, most of all, he's... excited, strangely enough.
This could be it. His way out of a boring life. Even if it turns out to be a dream, or hallucination, it's not like he can't put that gun to good use in other ways after traveling a little.
Emmett reaches out his index finger, and gingerly presses yes. He fears it'll disappear, but to his immense relief, it doesn't.
Say or think, Menu, and it will pop up.
'Menu.'
Reputation Reputation keeps track of your current Jobs and Deeds. Completing these can give you exp, skill exp, perk points, talents, and equipment.
Status This is your status, showing your class, level, attributes, ect.
Character This is your character. It shows your current perks, talents, and skills. You can gain skills by doing certain actions. You can gain talents and perk points by completing high level Jobs or Deeds.
Equipment
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Equipment shows what you are currently wearing, or holding, as well as the rarity of items. There is no inventory. Though you can quickly equip something if you have it in a backpack or other storage on your person.
Saying or thinking any of the menu options will make that section pop up. You can will it away at any moment.
Tutorial End.
A wide grin spreads onto Emmett's face. This is really, really, really exciting. He knows that he shouldn't be happy. His father died a few days ago, after all. Any normal person would be grieving right now.
But, Emmett isn't an ordinary person. And this is the first time in ten years that he's been happy. So he'll take it for all it's worth. With a deep breath, he summons his status.
Name Emmett Fletcher Level 0 EXP 0% Class Gunslinger Archetype Outlaw D.I.E.H.A.R.D.S. <- (Class Stats) Draw 0 Infamy 0 Engineering 0 Hunk 0 Aim 0 Riding 0 Reloading 0 Deadeye 0 Survival 0 F.I.B. <- (Archetype Stats) Friendliness 0 Insincerity 0 Bounty 0 W.E.S.T. (LOCKED)
Emmett knows that this is the start of something great. He can feel it.
Though before that...
He needs to get ready.
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"Here it is..." Emmett mutters as he grabs a box from a shelf. The contents of it clinks, clatters, and rolls around as he places it on the ground. Opening it up, his eyebrows furrow.
You see, a black powder revolver relies on actually having black powder to fire bullets. Something... that's obviously not here. Just lead bullets.
'I can't even fire one shot with it. Not that I was going to with how rusted it is, but it's...'
"Completely useless. Should I just sell it?" Emmett asks himself, unsure. He scratches the back of his neck.
'Mm. No, I should keep it on me, just to be safe.' It's not like someone could tell the gun is empty from a distance.
With that decided, Emmett searches his house for anything else of value. Some shoddy jewelry, and 30 dollars is all he finds.
Finally, from a wooden drawer in his parents room, he finds the land deed to their property. Pursing his lips, he stares at it curiosly.
'Signed in 1873. 158 acres of land. I wonder how much I can sell it for?' Emmett internally wonders.
'At least a hundred dollars, right? Maybe more... a dollar per acre? A dollar and a half?' Shrugging his shoulders, he figures he'll decide when he gets to town.
Carefully folding the deed, he puts it in his pocket. After that, he starts packing a bag, filling it with dried meat and fruits. Filling up four canteens with water from a bucket in the kitchen, Emmett stops.
'Is this enough?' he asks himself. 'The town isn't far. And I can stock up with more supplies from a general store with the money I get from selling the land deed.'
Despite a lot of apprehension towards the thought about journeying past the town...
Emmett is full of excitement.
With the bag in his arms, he walks towards the stables. When his parents died a few days ago, Emmett had already released all of the horses, except for one. He didn't really like the thought of selling them.
As he spots his horse, Moon, Emmett smiles. "Hey Moony, how're you doing girl?" he says as he pets the horse.
"Are you ready to get going? I know I am!" he tells her. Moon nickers in response.
Attaching the bag to her saddle, he steps onto the saddle and throws his leg over the horse's back.
"Let's get going now, girl."