I was writing in an Internet conference room, paying little attention to a cowboy-western on the TV, when apparently averting my eyes to gunplay, I must have typed (I surmise) a sequence of letters never before keyed in computer history.

Next thing I know I’m Max Headroomed into this desert Cyber-world existence, circa 1880 Arizona - Cafe Tombstone!

Hardly the place - in any universe - for a vegetarian, gun-control advocate!
Curiously (or not), many of the folks ‘round these parts remind me of people in the real world, but I jes can’t quite recall (ya, I know, my speech has been affected, too).

And the events are a dizzying amalgam of past, present, and future - stripped, like news-clippings, from the Internet’s vast but disjointed resources; which is all I have to relate my story.

So welcum, pardners, to Cafe Tombstone, where the present seems like the past, with a view that's sideways - from a holster.

Wanna kill the gunslinger above? Jes carefully touch him. Don't dare click!

There's a ghostly building here. Can you find it? And, guess who's in the grave?

	This town is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, places, and events is truly uncanny!
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