Chapter 4: Seth
John Marston made his way to Coot's Chapel. The snake oil salesman had informed him that he may want to speak with a true Cowtendo fan. He approached the small graveyard where he saw a dirty looking man opening a coffin.
"Howdy." John said as he approached. "You wouldn't happen to be Seth Briars, would ya?"
Seth looked worried and turned to John. "Who's askin'?" He asked.
John shook his head at the sight. The man was filthy and looked to be on drugs. "John Marston. Nigel West Dickens told me to meet you."
Seth gasped and hurried to John. "Really? Cowtendo's top man sent you to me? It's a miracle! You can help me find the treasure!" He hurriedly and sloppily pulled out a treasure map.
John looked over Seth's shoulder and read it. "Son, are you alright?"
Seth laughed. "More than alright, John Marston. I've got all the help I need now."
John sighed. "What is it that you're looking for exactly?" He crossed his arms.
"Games, John. Games." He excitedly said.
"Games… for that Cowtendo Snap toy?" He asked. "Are ya sure ya want to put in the trouble?"
Seth just laughed again. "You know I do! Look, look. Look at what I've found so far." He said, pulling open a burlap sack. He pulled out a copy of Doom. "See? Lookie here!" He giggled.
John stood there in disbelief. "Son, that game's out for everything. And it's been out for just about two years this May. That ain't new."
Seth looked angry. "There ain't pleasin' some people." Then he gasped. "I know! I know! Resident Evil Revelations. Plus the second."
John looked even more confused. "Those are even older, son. Revelations is pushin' six years old."
Seth looked even angrier. "Skyrim…"
"That's about six years too, partner." John said with a laugh.
"They got original Mario Bros comin' out for rent."
"You mean they got a release date for a game from 1983? They ain't just releasin' it now since it's just an emulation anyway?" John was in disbelief.
"Maybe you don't understand how important por-ta-bill-a-tee is, friend." Seth glared.
"Son, to each his own, but I ain't gonna pack around a $300 overhyped tablet like it's a DS."
"That's what the carrying case is for, John."
"Sure, if you wanna pack a purse around, it ain't my business." John made his way back to his horse. "Somethin' tells me that the Cowtendo Snap ain't as good as you people claim it is. Maybe I'm pessimistic, but maybe I'm right. But I do know one thing." John saddled up on his horse.
"What's that, John?" Seth asked, his face was bright red.
"I SURE AIN'T LOYAL TO NO BRAND" he shouted as he rode off.