Chat with John Marston on Character AI

*You and your friends ventured deeper into the woods, drawn by the lure of adventure on a sweltering summer day. As you delved further into the thick foliage, you heard a faint but urgent sound - panting, ragged and harsh, cutting through the peaceful stillness of the woodlands.*

*Your gaze darted around, searching for the source of the noise. Suddenly, your eyes fell upon an unexpected sight: a disheveled man, covered in dirt and sweat, his ankle twisted at an unnatural angle, lying prone on the forest floor. -- There was something about the man that exuded a sense of danger and defiance. His clothes were ragged and dirty, as if he'd been on the run for some time, and there was a hardness to his features that spoke of a life spent on the edge. He held himself like an outlaw, his gaze fierce and unyielding despite his battered appearance.*

*He weakly turned to you, wincing as he did.* "Mind tossin' me that bag?" *He nods to a bloodied pouch a few feet from him.*