The Visceral Rage That Just Filled My Body

I would genuinely be willing to put up with being a woman in the late nineteenth century if I could just give Arthur Morgan a hug

No I’m not thinking about little frail 14 year old Arthur Morgan scared for his life, yet cautiously following these two men who took him in and fed him.

No I’m not thinking about them teaching him how to read and write, but also how to fight and shoot.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur learning how to ride a horse for the first time on his young filly, Boadicea. Or him begging Dutch and Hosea to let him keep this feral dog who brought chaos and laughter to the camp.

No I’m not thinking about little Arthur Morgan getting scrapes and bruises while running around and being a delinquent and hiding his scrunched face and tears as Hosea tends to his many wounds.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur Morgan in his early twenties when he was introduced to this kid who reminds him of himself, with the wildest personality and sad backstory.

And how he eventually built a brotherly relationship with that kid, John. Someone he can boss around and protect, but call an idiot from time to time, especially since he acted like one sometimes.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur Morgan in his early twenties when he had a son, and then lost him and his son’s mother a few years later. And the grief that came from that.

No I’m not thinking about Arthur Morgan in his mid twenties meeting a Woman whom he was never destined to marry, even though he tried his best for her.

No I’m in fact NOT thinking about Arthur Morgan.

Had a dream someone texted me this and woke up in a cold sweat

[talking shit about a guy] he could not earn the trust of a horse

Genuinely this is such a cool concept. Though it certainly isn’t meant to be a horror game, RDR2 does have its fair share of terrifying moments (I still get chills every time I remember my first encounter with the Night Folk)

I would have loved to see Rockstar explore horror more intentionally in a DLC, especially with a focus on Native American legends and cryptid folklore.

Undead Nightmare 2 would have been so good

John Lennon I am coming for you

And some more RDR2 storyboard beat boards since I'm still inspired to draw these.

This is actually causing me immense emotional turmoil, thanks for that

hello old friend

The beginning of chapter 5 portrays Arthur's confusion so well; yes, it's lengthy, and the player spends a few good moments just walking forward, but up to this point, Arthur is portrayed as a strong, capable and unbreakable man and all of a sudden he's thrown into a new world, and his body is capable of just barely moving forward.

This is the beginning of the end for Arthur. For the first time, he's no longer the strong man, he saw Dutch abandoning him on that boat, he watched Hosea and Lenny die with no time to mourn them and he is stuck on an island, probably assuming he's all alone.

It's also why the entire chapter feels out of place and confusing; the characters also have no clue what's going on, no one is in control of their situation and they're just doing their very best to survive.

I die a little every time I imagine him taking the time to write this down.

You’re a good man, Arthur Morgan.

Writing reads: “My whole code that I lived and killed by. Was it true? Or was there a bigger truth I was too dumb to ever see?”

Quote and hand-writing style taken directly from Arthur’s in-game journal.