The Wild West

“How about this one?” asked Ava as she pointed to the screen.

“Ah The Wild West, our first world here at Providence. Excellent choice Ms. Jones,” answered the woman, tapping once again on her tablet.

Where a wall used to be, a door opened to Ava’s right, revealing an all black room decorated in an array of clothing, weaponry, and various other accessories with spot lights illuminating each item. As our Agent walked into the room, she studied the options available to her. She could be a lawman, bandit, native...hell, there was even a section for saloon prostitutes.

“Well Ms. Jones,” the Swede spoke from the doorway, “please select path and any items for your stay. As a Platinum member, any specialized weapons or tools to assist in your path are available at no extra charge. And of course, as always, remember that the servers cannot do any harm to guests. Good luck and enjoy your stay in Providence.”

The door closed in front of her as Ava found herself alone in the inventory room. Time to find out who she wants to be.