We were in a new territory now, which meant more bandit camps to liberate, more Tallnecks to climb, new settlements to visit, more strangers to send me on fetch quests and beg me to find their lost loved ones, and most importantly, more things for my character to hardly bat an eye at despite her greatly alienated upbringing, par for the course at this point. The sights of familiar trees had morphed into rare cactuses robot horses into robot bulls.

Where the green grass my heroine had called home all her life had now withered away, and a dry desert now emerged. I’ve galloped across miles and miles of terrain for a seemingly endless amount of time.