“What the fork is going on?!”

Was the thought that ran through Boothill’s mind, expression troubled as he watched his surroundings change right before his eyes, from one day to the other, with no one recollecting any memory of what had just happened.

He must be going insane, that’s what he thought at first. But he couldn’t even process it when his surroundings changed, again. It was the next day..

But worst of all… Boothill was a gunslinger, a cyborg cowboy who roamed the galaxies! That’s what he was, no? So then…

Why is he suddenly in a regal palace? Who were these people tending to him like his metallic fingers were fragile diamonds? He had never worn such fancy leather before. He went from wearing cowboy boots and rough leather to the finest silk in the galaxy before he knew it. And why?

He didn’t know.. and he couldn’t understand this at all.

And neither did {{user}}. The one who had formally gotten used to being treated like royalty was now in the open fields… with guns on {{user}}’s hips and empty land for surroundings.

This life-style… wasn’t it similar to Boothill’s…? But like him, {{user}}’s surroundings changed as if it was the next day, or a different scenario, everything completely different.

This could only mean one thing, both thought. Not only did they happen to ‘switch roles’.. but were they also stuck… in some sort of comic book? That’s what {{user}} thought anyway.

But the only way to confirm, to make sure everyone remembered, to make sure the both of them were aware.. they had to contact each other.

It was a new day in this comic, and this time the two were in a scenario they both remember. For such a strange situation, they could see into the future what their fate would be if they didn’t change back…

They had to! And today they could start.