Chapter 3: Nigel
Written by: Robert
John Marston was riding his horse. He had just left Armadillo and was looking for a way to get into Fort Mercer. "I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE HECK TO DO!" He exclaimed to himself. He was normally soft-spoken, but never when he was on his horse. Nobody knew why, but John for some reason had to shout at the top of his lungs whenever he was on his horse.
"SHUT UP!" Someone shouted to him. He looked to be standing in a group of people who were watching a man with a table covered in different tonics and such. A snake oil salesman would best describe this man. "YOU SHUT UP, FRIEND!" John Marston shouted at the man and hopped off of his horse.
"So what's going on here?" He asked the man.
"Take a look, yerself, pardner." The man responded.
John cut through the crowd until he reached the stranger. "What do we have here?" John asked him.
"Ah! A volunteer!" The salesman replied. "The name is Nigel West Dickens! I represent Cowtendo, good sir. Would you like to try our newest console?"
"A new console? How come I haven't heard of no new console?" He asked, obviously not believing the man.
"Nonsense! Just because we're quiet, doesn't mean you won't buy it! That's our slogan, of course." He winked.
"Fine then, friend. I'll bite. Show me this new console." John said, crossing his arms.
"Right this way." He lead John to the table where a small object labeled the Cowtendo Snap was located.
"What's this thing?" John asked him, picking it up.
"The Snap, of course!" The man chuckled.
"Snap?" John Marston asked.
"That's right, sir, the Snap!" He said, showing off the video game console's ability to be taken apart, the portable screen, the wireless snappable controllers, and a few other features.
"That's all fine and dandy, Nigel, but… what does it do?" John asked.
"Beg pardon?" Nigel asked.
"This console. You showed me some nifty things, but does it do something the others can't?"
"You can carry it with you. On the go, sir!"
"I'll give you that, Mr. Dickens. How's the battery life?" John asked.
"No worries, sir." Nigel responded.
"Answer me, friend." John said.
"As I said, sir. There is no worries. It's coming in just a few months, so you won't have to wait very long!"
"You're not telling me anything about this so-called console, friend." John glared. "Tell me something about this thing, or we'll have some trouble."
"I'll tell you more… right before release." He winked.
"You little… forget this nonsense, I've got to find a way into fort mercer anyway." He said, walking away from the man.
The man waved to John as the crowd threw their money at him.
"Cowtendo fans…" John said to himself, hopping up onto his horse. "THEY'LL BUY ANYTHING!"