This is a project that has been on my head for literal months. I've wanted to write a story in a western (check my stories and you'll see it's true) but I didn't know how to structure it. With Red Dead Redemption 2 out (and having played it), I now know how to do so.
Here is a quick peek into bits of the story…
DISCLAIMER: RED DEAD REDEMPTION DOES NOT BELONG TO ME
August 21, 1905
So you figured it out. The cipher wasn't the smartest thing I made, but you'd have to have used lemon juice and heat in order to reveal the invisible ink on the back of the paper, assuming this thing makes to the 21st century. The 21st century? you probably ask. Who plans that far ahead? Well, listen and I'll tell you.
What I have to tell you isn't going to make much sense. I lived it and it still doesn't make any sense to me. I mean, why me? Out of a million people in the world, why did it happen to me? Was I supposed to make a difference? Was there a supernatural purpose that I had to fulfill? In the end, I felt like a fool and accomplished half the things I promised myself I would. I'm not making much sense. I'll start at the beginning.
Sometime in February, 2019, a twenty year old by the name of Mason Tyler's going to go missing. Maybe it'll make the news for a week: GEORGIAN BOY DISAPPEARS WITHOUT A TRACE. I doubt it though; everybody's too preoccupied by shifty politicians, ignored social injustices, and opposed faulty gun laws to pay attention to lost kids. The world moved too fast to care about the little folk back in those days, but looking back, it's the same as now.
Where was I? Oh yeah, Mason Tyler. Disappears. No trace. Never to be found. Some people'll suspect he's dead, others'll think he's being human trafficked, the family will mourn, and the rest of the world won't give a damn. Until now. Now you, my lucky reader, have found what remains of Mason Tyler and undeniable proof that some of the sci-fi bullshit you read in books and watch in TV is real. By God, is it real. Or maybe you'll just assume some prankster wrote this on the back of a historical document that is located in an enclosed casket of a museum somewhere. Whatever rocks your boat, I suppose. I can't make you think otherwise.
I don't have much paper, and probably less time, so I'll keep this as short as possible.
The True Documentary of Mason Ryce Tyler and Falling Star…
EVERYBODY WHO DOES NOT WISHED TO BE SPOILED ABOUT THIS STORY AND IS NOT EASILY OFFENDED, PLEASE IGNORE THE REST OF THE CHAPTER AND MOVE TO THE NEXT CHAPTER
THE REST WHO FEEL LIKE THEY NEED TO BE INFORMED, STAY AND RISK THE SPOIL
Let's Deal With This Right NOW
My story is about a man transformed into a woman and thrown back into the west. Normally I'd let you find that out for yourself, but the Social Justice Workers of the world may not tolerate this, so I'm forced to deal with it now.
Why write about a man turned into a woman? It is because I want a main character thrown so far out of his element that violence becomes his default response, nothing more. I do not support the LGBT community and I do not expect that to change in the foreseeable future.
Don't like it? Stop reading.
Oh, you stay? Well get this through your heads: I take helpful advice under consideration, flames with silence, and private messages with my undivided attention. But, in the end, only I will decide how this story goes.
THIS IS NOT A DEMOCRACY. THIS IS A DICTATORSHIP. MY DICTATORSHIP.
Thank you for your time and support. Please enjoy the fanfiction
-The First Stranger 7