Charles Broadstokes is a little confused... There are cowboy boots on his feet, pop-up hints appearing in his vision, and, oh yeah, there’s a mariachi band in his head. The world's not going to slow down and let him catch up though, no, it's going to throw a chrome hover car at him and hope he gets the picture. Charles isn't what you'd call inept though, and before long he's proving himself as a quick shooter, fast learner, and more than willing to immerse himself in his pseudo-digital reality full of cruel crimelords, dangerous wild animals, and all manner of fun allies.