Gradually, Walker's spine began to slouch forwards due to force of habit, tinging his body movements a malicious shade. The cowboy's fingers began to spasm again at being scolded from the warrior woman. [i]Shit, that was so cool. How am I gonna found Texas: the squeakquel up against guys like this?[/i] Will's mental list of town names had expanded again. The overstimulation of the environment and things had caused the inspiration molecules in his brain to fire up. Texas: the squeakquel was No. 37, followed by Elevennesse and placed before Texas but with bubonic plague.

"Ah yes, introductions. You must pardon me for my rudeness earlier ma'am. My name is Walker McDonald's and I'm capable of long distance damage. A pair of muddy brown eyes darted to the left as more inspiration struck his brain. [i]Shit, do cowboys give out their names like that? Whatever, whatever I got this. I'll just follow it up with a nickname and it'll be Gucci. [/i]

"I've come to these rootin' tootin' lands with the sole purpose of recreating the southern experience. Some call me Walker, Texas ranger."

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The bleak, crushing weight of that joke had the power punch and potential to make the entirety of humanity enter a neverending catatonic state. God himself heard the joke, sighed, and wearily eyed a button labeled "rocks fall, everybody dies" before hesitating and letting Will live out his pathetic, miserable life. 

Tutoriai as it was called revealed itself to not be a player but a guide NPC. Walker expressed dissapointment in his face, but later perked up at the idea of receiving help. Being around such strange characters had put him on edge, and the powergamer in him needed to know everything that the Dreamscape wiki and subreddits couldn't give. "Do we need to eat and drink here? If I die here will you guys straight up murder me in real life? Where's civilization? And most importantly," Walker spoke the last question with tears softly lining his eyes, "Are there cowboy hats in the game?"