Piece Of Shit Gamer ❤

A super nerd of games and stuff. Bye ~

[tacituskillme]

me making my grand entrance back into red dead online after rockstar finally gets their shit together

[gummypickles-deactivated2020081]

Arthur Morgan’s Journal Replica Update

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Y'all… Let’s give this guy some feedback to get these mass produced!!!!

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[redeadepression]

This is the fucking truest thing omg. If I don’t reply to your message but I’m reblogging things know I tried to go to bed. I’m too tired to formulate a proper response to a message but smashing that reblog button is literally no effort on my part.

[carve-r-deactivated20191206]

What I adore about Red Dead giving Arthur a journal is that it isn’t used for quest updates or hints of where to go next, it is literally Arthur writing down his feelings and sharing his insight on what’s going on around him all the while showing you the slow progression of the story. What a unique and beautiful feature to have details such as a specific dog you came across or a field you saw be hand drawn by the protagonist, creating journals that will always be specialized by the player. I love after a game day of shooting, looting, and fighting, renting a room at the nearest town, sitting on the bed and opening up the journal to read what has happened the last few days. It reminds me of small things I need to do, like keep an eye out for bones in the areas when coming across that I met the scientist or the journal reading of how Arthur mentions he loves Hosea a little more in a few different ways than Dutch, something the player wouldn’t have always guessed if it not had been written down on the paper. We all give Rockstar a hard time (most of it is well deserved), but they made a great move by implementing a way to listen to quiet Arthur’s thoughts and to feel more involved in the story by making the journal based off the character’s experience, not just by where the story is at the time and passing out the same pages/text to every person. Thanks, Rock*

[wholesomecowboy]

You’re warm and comfortable in your bedroll, the fire crackling soothingly and lulling you to sleep when you hear it. The clumsy thudding footsteps through the grass and you’re suddenly clunked in the head with an empty whiskey bottle because that dumb bitch Arthur Morgan insists on flinging his bottles when he’s drinking.

[last-rodeo]

“I swear you all are getting dumber.”

[carve-r-deactivated20191206]

Arthur: *looking at small jar flower next his bed* Arthur:  :) Molly, from closed tent: You barely touched me in WEEKS, Dutch!!! Arthur:  :(

[stinkydickmarston]

Proof that John Marston can sing

[offcast-me-deactivated20220405]

Rockstar you are so cruel you know that…

[offcast-me-deactivated20220405]

SO SMART ARTHUR

[moved-ughjohnwatson-blog]

do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general

[thecoolestguyinthecrowd]

When you finally find a player that doesn’t shoot you on sight in Red Dead Online.

[stinkydickmarston]

Proof that John Marston can sing

[dickheaddutch]

Well now I can’t listen to ring dang doo normally anymore 

I don’t know where I got the picture from but it’s been on my computer since the game first came out.

[biarthur]

me whenever john talks: 

[splat-dragon-correct-fandoms]

Arthur: Marston, you’re so dumb you don’t even know how dumb you are.

John: You’re the one who’s dumb. Capital D-U-M!

Arthur: Marston, there’s a “B”.

John: Where?!

[arthurs-lumbago]

Arthur is such a hardened outlaw, and yet at the same time he’s such a gentle spirit. Look at his art:

He’s way more of a poetic soul than any of the other characters realise, I think. They joke about him being dumb but, really, he’s not. He has a lot going on inside that he doesn’t convey. I don’t even think he told really anyone except for Charles and I think Sadie(?)that he was sick. (Can’t quite remember exactly who, but it wasn’t many)

I like to pretend that he didn’t die on that mountain and instead is living quietly in a home in The Grizzlies, taking care of a horse and a dog and just drawing peacefully, with no one to disturb him. Yeah, he coughs, and his lungs rattle, but he’s somehow survived. He doesn’t have his journal anymore, he gave that to John, but he has a new one that he uses to draw all the wildlife he’s seeing and jot down his memories and thoughts. He thinks about John, and hopes he was able to get away with Abigail and Jack. He thinks about Sadie, and Tilly, and Mary Beth, and all of the girls, and hopes they were able to start anew somewhere. He thinks about Hosea and Dutch, the men who raised him as their own son, and how the Dutch he knew is still in there somewhere, despite the betrayals. He hopes that Dutch understood their final exchange. Micah crosses his mind, but he chooses to not dwell on the snake that sped up the tearing apart of his family. He thinks about Mary, and regrets giving away the picture to John. He thinks about Lenny, and Sean, Charles, and Pearson. He thinks about all of them, every member of his family, and carefully draws them from memory, one page per person, his pencil carefully making the strokes of the shadows falling across Hosea’s hat and Tilly’s face. He looks up out his window and sees the sun rising again, and part of him considers going out West to find one of them-John, Charles, Sadie—but he knows he can’t, that even though he was somehow given another chance after that awful fight with Micah, his time is still limited. So, instead, he returns the tip of his pencil to the page and draws.