An abrasive train whistle cuts through your gentle sleep. As you groggily open your eyes, you see the familiar antique decor of your private train compartment. The bench across from you is empty. You sigh: it's been a while since you've had any kind of company, human or otherwise.

Hopefully, those administrative privileges and the sexual endurance pill the park gave you will remedy that problem.

As you turn and peer out of the crystal window, a small town slides into view: Sweetwater. It looks like something straight out of an old Western movie, complete with rugged deputies, mysterious bandits, and strolling couples in elaborate and extravagant clothing. You grin wildly, dashing out of your compartment and through the narrow hallway. The train begins to slow, but you can't wait: you leap out the door and land on the wooden platform below, barely keeping your balance. The steam engine hisses behind you as you walk into the town.

As you walk among the crowd of bustling hosts, you are overwhelmed with possibilities. With administrative privileges, your voice can manipulate actions, feelings, entire personalities. All you have to do is choose a host.

As you meander through the town, you notice a grizzled deputy glaring at you from the porch of a storefront. You stop before him and stare back. His brow furrows.

"Punch yourself in the face," you mutter cautiously.

Immediately, the deputy's right arm winds up and pummels his face square on the nose. You stare in amazement, shocked by the reality of this unlimited power. Your mind reels as you realize all of your wildest sexual fantasies are suddenly within reach. But which to pursue first?