Prologue One: Secret Identity

"Hey, you going to play that game again?"

I turned back to my dorm mate Jean.

"Yeah, you got a problem with it?! It's not like you'll be here anyway. Probably be black out drunk and sleeping at your boyfriend's dorm for the third time this week" is what I didn't say.

Unfortunately, cool one-liners or stinging quips don't come easily to me as they do to RoboMan.

Instead I said something along the lines of "yeeeeah?" that sounded more like a question than a definite answer.

"Ugh, what a nerd. " she said as she put on her shoes. "You should really go out more, make some friends."

"If they're all like you, I'd rather pass." Is also what I didn't say.

I did think of it after she left and said it to the door, which did make myself feel a bit better, but at the time I just replied "yeeeeah…" again.

I need to work on my comebacks…

But that didn't matter! For today was the day Miko Sheets disappeared into her dorm and the Mighty Madcross remerged into Elder Tale, dealing swift metallic justice on her foes with her trusty golem Fluff-E.

I was ready.

I had my screen all polished, free from gunky fingerprints and weird blotches. I had my emergency supply of Diet Float soda next to me with the cans stacked near the edge of the table so I could flick them into the trash can with quick movements. I had placed my More-ito chips within arms reach, to be used during and ONLY during breaks (I didn't want to repeat the More-ito Crisis of 2016 again… We almost won that raid too…). My headphones were ready, my mouse happily clicking under my finger as I hit download, and I had completed my daily button exercises for my keyboard for maximum efficiency.

Words cannot describe the amount of "ready" I was at that very moment.

And the download was complete.

I let out a dignified shriek of excitement.

And I hit play.

And then I was no longer in my dorm.

It was so real I could've sworn I was….

And then I felt the cool blades of grass touching my hands.

And the heat of the sun on my face (something which was "rare" to say the least.")

And I decided maybe I wasn't that ready.

And I lost my cool.

"OHMYGODIMINAGAMEWHATISTHISGUNSKILLONLINETHISCANTBEHAPPENINGIHAVEFINALSCOMINGUPWHATABOUTMYPARENTSDOPEOPLEDIEWHENTHEYAREKILLEDWHATISHAPPE…."

But it was ok.

"OH MY GOD!"

"YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"

"THIS… THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!"

"GM! SOMEONE CALL A GM!"

"WHERE'S MY SON!? OH GOD, WHERE IS MY SON!?"

So did everyone else.

Hey, Jinseino Lemon here rewriting Going West.

If this is your second time reading this and your scratching your head going "Hey, where are the other prologues? There were three here, now there's just one. What a rip off", my only excuse is that two of them didn't match the way I wanted the story to go and I got rid of them... permanently *ominous music*

On the brightside, I have all my notes together now so I'm ready for the next chapter! I even have a fancy dandy drawing of the lander city of Laprote which is built between the Quebec and Pierre Laporte bridge. Yay! Drawings!

If you think drawings have nothing to do with readiness you are right... I just wanted to brag about my fancy drawing ;)

The rest below is the old message from the prologue.

Is it bad that I kept some of you waiting for this long and starting again only to rewrite everything?

Yes, absolutely.

But honestly, the characters felt a little flat, and slightly force to me so I decided to rewrite.

Guns will still be included. Mara said guns would have a high level cap but to me that sounds more like "Guns will have a high level cap if they function as modern day firearms". So as long as they're nerfed, it's cool. :P

Anyway thanks for reading as always, Ciao.