Red Dead Furon
Chapter One:
Notorious criminal turned family man John Marston (who was still leading a life of every sin imaginable) was riding full haste through Escalera on his way back to America following a dispute with Mexican Military leader Captain Espinosa over a matter of Gambling losses. He was being pursued by a posse of his soldiers through the plains of Punta Orgullo until he eventually lost them out near crooked Toes. He took residence at a deserted shack out by San Luis River. As dusk broke and turned into night he was sat by an abandoned barge on the river looking up at the stars in the sky when he saw what looked like flashing lights hovering slowly to the east. He pondered upon them for a few brief moments until they disappeared in the light of the moon. He entered a daze of confusion before putting it out of his mind not knowing that this would not be his last encounter with flashing lights in the sky.
As morning arrived the suns first rays were shimmering calmly over the water. Marston awoke in a daze and reached into his bag for what remained of his chewing Tobacco which was the finest in all of Black Water and the whole Northern Frontier. Walking over to his Horse hitched just by the Shack in which He'd taken residence the night previous he felt something was different. Most of the Cacti nearby were all burnt and knocked over. Judging by the extent of the damage John assumed there was a gang nearby who had access to military grade Blunderbusses, A gun only used for mercenary attacks which were quite common around the area. Boy was his assumption wrong.
Meanwhile, In a remote location far above the reaches of mankind they were watching, observing the primitive race known only to them as Monkeys.
Back in the desert John was out in Chuparosa helping his good friend and military leader Sgt Seth Briars make final preparations for an attack on El Presidio in an attempt to capture and interrogate Caption Espinosa over a case of stolen military weapons.
Back in America Marston's long time colleague and renowned Cocaine abuser Harold MacDougal was working hard as ever on another one of his crack pot theories that were next to always dubbed "fucking Preposterous" by the citizens of Black Water. Though in this particular case the public would be oh so very wrong. Two days earlier MacDougal was out on another one of his Whiskey fuelled "Journey od the Mind' that took him by Horse and Carriage out to Tall Trees just before Nekoti Rock. As sobriety drew closer he could barely function between his pounding headache and the fact that he had no idea where he was.
During MacDougal's short lived Escapade that eventually took him to the top of Nekoti Rock he managed to find something he knew was out of the ordinary despite his state. Though he had to put said object on Horse back to bring back to Black Water due to his lack of muscle. He was once again hard at work trying to uncover the mysteries that lie within the solid metallic surface of what could only be described as a piece of shrapnel by Nastas who was MacDougal's Native Assistant. Unknown to them they had just a curse into their lives that would go on to decide the fate of all man kind in the not too distant future.
Nastas knew something that MacDougal didn't. But knowing MacDougal's reckless nature he did not care to tell him. There was only one other person he trusted (against all odds) besides Mr Marston who had potential knowledge on the matter at hand. Though he would need to meet with him without MacDougal's knowledge as there was an existing rivalry between them over a situation relating to a bad batch of Snake Oil.