John Marsten’s Diary

John Marsten diary

 

Day 1

Going to see some of my old running mates. Can’t wait to see Bill.

 

Day 4

Woke up after being shot. Guess he didn’t want to see me. :-(

 

Day 5

Got a map for a treasure. How exciting. :-)

 

Day 5

I now have a trusty steed. I will name it Epona. What an epic beast. It comes when I whistle and is pretty fast.

Day 6

Fuck this treasure map… Wait. Are you telling me I just had to look for a pile of rocks behind “Hanging Rock”? Damnation! 20 hours of searching for this.

 

Day6

Killed Epona when I was riding and shooting at a group of men I was riding close to. Got another horse that is even faster. Wow. I shall name this even-better-beast Thor!  RIP Epona. I will always remember you.

 

Day 9

Hot cowgirl has now (re-)taught me just about all I need to know about how to survive here in Tex… er  the Western States. BTW, I am married and tell this tid bit to any babe I see. I just can’t keep my mouth shut.

Cougar or Rancher?

Day 9

Bad dream. I thought a cougar had killed me while I was riding Thor. I awoke at the last place I took a nap. May have been a premonition because later a cougar killed Thor. However I survived. Thor, you will be missed. New horse name Cougar Bait until I can think of something better.

 

Day 12

Since re-learning to shoot, I have now capped a guy that I was supposed to help at Hanging Rock, accidentally robbed someone and killed Cougar Bait and three of his replacements. They either walk into my line of fire or turned their head when I shoot at something on the ground. I have taken to numbering the horses.

 

Day 13

I have really taken to hunting animals and going after bounties. Horse Number 7 got stuck in a hillside and died today. It was the damnedest thing. I just whistled and Number 8. 

 

Day 18

My new friends are weird. One humps dead bodies, another sells snake oil and another is an alcoholic that is helping me find a super weapon. The only one I like is the Marshall. BTW, I haven’t killed my horse in 3 days. Might go out and kill Number 13 just because I am superstitious and this one has dust on it.

 

Day 20

Oh God the devastation! The blood… I know that these people are out to get me but I just killed Bill and ALL of his new friends. Now I am going to go to Mexico.

 

Day 31

FUCK MEXICO! I’m out. I’m leaving the cougar capital and going North. Thank God I bought the deed to a great horse.  I don’t see how they run out seeing that I went through 10 Kentucky Sadlers in roughly a day. They are great cover but horsemeat and hide does not sell well.

 

Day 38

I have been hunting for 3 days straight. I have wiped out the last of the buffalo and have killed roughly 30 Grizzly, Elk, Deer and more than 100 wolves. I learned the trick to skinning animals fast. Put the hoofs of your horse on the animal as if it was going to climb it and skin it then. It takes no time.

 

Day 46

I have bought every property and weapon I could. I have saved countless women and killed or disarmed every gunslinger with a bone to pick. How am I just finding out that laying down my campsite allows me “stage-coach–nap-travel”?

 

Day 49

So this is how it ends… So be it.