Finally Finished The Game

"I asked ChatGPT" ok man i asked Dutch Van Der Linde and he told me we need money

"I asked copilot" ok dude i asked Dutch van der Linde and he told me he has a goddamn plan

"I used an ai image generator" well I asked Arthur Morgan and he drew me this duck.

“i asked google gemini” well, i asked charles smith and he told me to be free with the bisons.

"I asked grok" well I asked Miss Grimshaw and she slapped me in the face for being silly

changing arthur morgans outfit right when i get to chapter 2 like i just got a barbie out the box

Kind of gay for Arthur to have tuberculosis like what do you mean a man spat in your mouth

i often see a criticism of rdr2 in which people say that despite the countless choices offered to you throughout the story, they don't matter much since the endings are all pretty similar - and while i understand where they're coming from and would've loved a secret ending where leaving micah in strawberry long enough means he ends up getting hanged and the gang moves to tahiti - i also feel like those people are missing the point. the choices offered to you are not meant to alter anything grand; they're meant to make you (and in turn, arthur) decide what kind of person you want to be. they will change some things, yes, they will change how people treat you, how you treat them, they will shape the way you view the world as it views you back, if you will be a source of harm or help - but they cannot change your fate. the things that happen at the end - the gang falling apart, arthur dying, john escaping - are constants. arthur can't change his fate, no matter what he does. it's sealed - he's doomed from the instant he steps foot on downes' ranch, and so is the gang, really - and maybe even before that. we are watching a ghost story unfold. arthur morgan cannot change his fate, but what he can do is change the fate of other people who cross his path - something that the gang has been doing for a while in general, but maybe he can do it differently this time. maybe he can do a loving act, or maybe a cruel one, before walking towards what he knows is the end - where he will always die, perhaps facing the sun, or by a bitter bullet, or bleeding from a stab wound in his back that is both literal and metaphorical, but where he, at least, will have always triumphed by helping his brother out. and that's why those choices matter.

me trying to be supportive: can i offer you a nice "we should kill them" in this trying time?