I’m still on a Red Dead 2 kick, going for 100% slowly but surely. I love how one thing flows into a number of completely unexpected encounters. Like most recently it started off playing blackjack all night (in game) to get the last challenge of hitting three times without busting and winning the hand, the final of three locations. This was in Blackwater. I was nearly dozing off as it was taking over a half hour. I kept hoping it wouldn’t turn into another Pure Bladestone type of affair, as I drifted off. Then someone at the table got excited and woke me up a bit. The next hand I played, I ended up at twenty on my fourth card and lo and behold was dealt an ace on my fifth. The dealer had 18.
Finally. Eight down and only two gambling challenges to go. The next one was winning three games in a row of dominoes, but after losing once I said the hell with it for a while.
Headed out and stopped by the homestead to see how things were, shoveled some shit and milked the cows for once in a long, long time to give uncle (or wifey, or the kid?) a break, then went to look for some more dinosaur bones and rock carvings in Mt Shann just north of Strawberry. Not long after departing I stumbled upon a guy’s campsite by the river on another one of my ill-navigated shortcuts, and he wasn’t the friendly type. I tried to defuse the situation nicely, but he ultimately had to be a jackass, saying something like, “Yup, just another yellow belly” as I was leaving. I knew my chances of intimidation were slim because he had already pulled a gun on me.
Got off my horse, walked down the hill towards his tent and surprised him around the corner with a quick lasso tackle. When I was looting him (yeah, I’m playing as a bit of a prick...John hasn’t completely shaken his dark side yet) his dog attacked me. I kicked him off and no sooner his owner began to struggle loose, so I knocked him out. Then the dog latched onto my leg again, so I kicked him off again. Sadly, he stopped moving after that. Not 100% sure he was dead because I don’t recall getting an honor ding, but I still felt bad, and realized in retrospect I should’ve fired off a couple warning shots after the first bite.
Anyways, I picked up his owner who was still conscious but not struggling much other than a grunt or groan, and carried him over to the river. Put him blind shallow enough water to where he still had a fighting chance. As for his dog, I also carried him to the river and watched him float away. I got out of there before seeing if his owner got free or not, but if he did it’s best he didn’t wake up to his (almost 100% sure) dead dog. *sigh*
I checked the map and noticed I still needed to catch a legendary fish in Owanjila Lake. But as I crossed the river I noticed a rare ? on my compass. Went to check it out and found a guy sitting on a cliff looking out over the horizon. I thought oh it’s probably just another fool that “needs” something, or possibly he has a treasure map he’s willing to part with.
Turns out, he was
a writer that Arthur had spoken highly of during some past interaction with John way earlier in the game. John mentioned this to the guy, and he was beyond humble; instead beelining straight to a near pathetic level of self-loathing. It struck me as a bit sad actually. We talked for a while, he thanked me for the conversation and told me where he was staying if we ever wanted to talk again, which he hoped to do. I do as well because he seemed to be one of the more interesting, down to earth characters in the game, and completely random.
I pressed on to get my fish, and it was a big, beautiful
small mouth bass. I strapped it down to my steed and headed into town to deliver it, then headed up the mountain for what I originally set out for. Of course I’m also studying the wildlife along the way, because that’s another part of the 100% requirement along with skinning what can be skinned. I’m about halfway to my marker, still in the foothills and I hear some yokels arguing back and forth a bit off the path. I normally would’ve went to check it out immediately, but I was tracking a bighorn I needed for my compendium. As I’m riding by the yokels,
BOOM!! Then quiet. I cynically thought to myself yup, of course those idiots probably blew themselves up.
Got my bighorn skin and backtracked to the blast site and saw them; well, chunks of them at least. Also noticed the culprit of their angst: An opened safe. The dumbasses actually managed to get it open but destroyed the contents in the process, which appeared to be a couple nice wads of cash that I could no longer pick up. I then thought gee, I should’ve let the bighorn go, scared off these fools and open it the proper way. I won’t be deviating from my standard operating procedure in these cases anymore.
By this point it was getting dark, and along the way I found another
peculiar site. Found my rock carvings and dinosaur bones, then took a moment to breath in the surroundings. My horse needed it to, because the thin, cold air up there was wearing her out a bit.
I gave her some snacks, then headed back down the mountain into Strawberry to mail out my findings.
That all happened over about an hour or so of real time since leaving the blackjack table, and better part of a day’s worth of game world time. I might’ve lost track of time though too.