Welcome to the Odd West, stranger!
“High noon, Day 31 (first entry). Friday.
I still don’t know how I ended up in this desert. I’ve been looking for answers, but nobody seems to know how to leave the town either. I’m so tired.
Tensions are high between people here. I’ve been avoiding shady conversations and job offers for as long as I can remember. I’ve managed to build myself a couple weapons with scraps I found around town. I’m no craftsman, but if I’m ever in real danger, they’ll surely do the trick. Hopefully.
Since there’s seemingly no way out of here for now, I might as well try to adapt to the atmosphere. This journal will serve as proof of this weird story. I’ve bought it with the money I’ve been making by selling small wooden sculptures around. At least I remember how carving works… Everything else is just foggy in my head.
Maybe some day it’ll all make sense.”
Odd West 