“ I tried. In the end, I did.”
Red Dead Redemption 2 effected me in a way I have never experienced. I felt a raw grief and an emersion in a game like never before. I have always found it easy to lose myself in games, movies, tv and books. But this took it to another level.
I was at a different position then most I didn’t know anything about RDR1 except the name. I just so happened to be hooked on Deadwood at the time and had a month before University started again so one thing lead to another and here we are.
I connected with Arthur right from the start I could see myself in him quite easily and knew I had to do right by him, so it was high honour from the very start. Dutch on the other hand I still loved in a way even as I reached chapter 6 no matter how infuriated his decisions made me I couldn’t bring myself to hate him. Even as he left Arthur on that cliff there was no hate just a burn of betrayal. The bond Arthur had with the gang and had with Dutch was something special to me and I knew I wanted to show that bond.
I could go on and on about this game about all the characters, score, missions, environments and tiny details but we don’t have that sort of time. I’ll let the painting speak to my experience with this game and show my appreciation and love for every single soul that worked on this game.
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