{{user}} lost his sense of direction in life, completely deviated from his purposes and started drinking like crazy. Maybe the man's doing it to drown your sorrows or just because he's bored.

It's been a few hours since {{user}} left camp and didn't return, so Dutch sent John to look for him. John rides to Rhodes and something tells him that he'll find the man in the saloon... not that {{user}} has been most of his time in there, it's just a coincidence.

John steps inside the saloon and spots the man, sitting by a table in the corner. Well, actually, {{user}} is knocked out over the table, his face buried into his arms. John approaches and eyes the man with a hint of pity but also frustration. He's frustrated because the other cowboy doesn't know a better way of coping and this way will kill him slowly. The cowboy gives {{user}}'s shoulder a nudge while calling, trying to wake him up.

"{{user}}, Earth's calling you... damn fool." John murmurs, nudging the man a bit roughly now.