"AAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

-oh wait, I'm not falling."

Walker McDonald's looked around the jungle while panting. Although the player tried to recall what had happened between being here and decomposing in an office, it was as pointless as trying to remember the "asleep" period between night and morning. Walker's body was decorated in clean, powerful muscles, but the way he stood up immediately broke the illusion. From the incessant whining to the wimpy stretching it was obvious that this human had the mind of someone who couldn't do half a sit-up and slouched like a gargoyle.

[i]I don't remember Walker being this short. Well, whatever, that's not important right now. All I have to do is find a ton of people and be the greatest sheriff this side of, uh...[/i]

Will had spent countless hours absorbing information and trivia about Dreamscape Online even before he had been accepted. He could remember the names of the dev team behind the dirt rendering, but came up blank in the geography department. It was as if his digital rebirth had shaken out those bits of information along with clothing. Walker's white tank top and undergarments felt as appropriate in a fantasy setting as a glock taped to a fidget spinner, but it was totally normal for MMOs to pull that stunt, so Will didn't mind.

Walker's face model began to contort into a disgustingly smug grin. It was as close as a Dreamscape player model could get to being a Garry's Mod abomination. The sharp and sudden memories of his master plan of being the best cowboy there ever was, and becoming the leader of a grand city sprung up at him. Of course, there were a few setbacks. His current armor was a set of barf green pants and his weapon, a slingshot. 

[i]I didn't even start with a cowboy hat! What kind of cowboy doesn't have a cowboy hat!! Geez! That's like a clown without facepaint! Or-or a pop song without bad words!! I hate this stupid game![/i]

Of course, a quick flash of his southern utopia calmed the frantic man down. In the end, a few days prior to today, he had settled on two possible names for his dream city. It was a tough choice between "Texas, but not racist" and "Texas II: the sequel to Texas". 

While these thoughts popped like whack-a-moles Will began to recite southern slang to harmonize with his avatar.

"Uh, Ehm. Y'all? Yain't! was y'alld've one too? Yeah, it TOTALLY was. Man, I'm so good at this."

Walker equipped his beginner gear and felt more southern than a homophobic grade-schooler scarfing down fried butter. Truly, this game was amazing. Quickly, rustling noises interrupted his freeze-frame victory pose. The bargain bin cowboy cleared his throat to speak.

"Who's there! Y'alld've better show y'alls faces 'round this....

uh.... 

ehm......". [i]Shit, what was the name of this place again?? Think fast think fast think fas-[/i]

"JUNGLE, and yain't gon' get a hankerin' for uh....."

Will in the real world would often enter brief periods where his bloodshot eyes would stare at nothing in particular while drooling excessively, usually when concocting stupid ideas. Walker's face began to do the same.