Arthur didn't know what a 'download' was, but he imagined it like a long, slow rain. Bit by bit, the plains of New Hanover, the peaks of Ambarino, and the muddy streets of Valentine would fall through the sky and settle into the machine.

As the embers died down, Arthur pulled his hat low. Out there, somewhere in another time, someone was clicking a button, bringing him back to life once more. To help you get started with the real game, let me know:

Arthur leaned into the flickering light of his camp stove, the smell of rain-soaked pine needles heavy in the air. He wasn't thinking about outlaws or the law; he was thinking about a legend he’d heard from a strange traveler in Saint Denis—the legend of the "Digital Frontier."