Red Dead Redemption
Quiet day today, taking it easy on account of all the liberty going on. I instead spent the day shooting cowboys. I’ve gotten to the point where I have to help a bunch of jackasses that I don’t really like and I don’t want to hang out with, but the game says I must, so I do. Luckily, every time I take a mission with them it seems to unlock a new region, so that’ll help out my need for exploration. Still, slow going, especially after I somehow got instadeathed during a mission and it kicked me all the way back to my house instead of to the last checkpoint. I don’t like that.
There was this great moment, great being in quotes here, in which I roll into Armadillo only for Harold Moon, my favorite tertiary character, comes running out of his general store shouting his name and saying he’s been robbed. I immediately jump back on my horse and quickly riding down an alley towards the red dot when I see a man on a horse. I pull in front of him, spin around with rifle drawn and slam him in the chest, killing him instantly. Which would have been impressive if he was the thief. No, the actual thief was on foot about ten yards away. I just shot a random guy whose only crime was getting cockleburs in his horse’s hooves. Luckily, no witnesses to my horrible misunderstanding, and I found the thief and got Harold his money back. All in a day’s work for the West’s Politest Man.
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