broOoOoOOOOOoo i need my main DR pronto
β’ I need to feel the dirt under my boots.
β’ I need to feel my gun weighing down my belt.
β’ I need to feel the reigns in my hands and the wind in my hair.
β’ I need to taste Pearson's shitty stew, and the game I've hunted and prepared myself.
β’ I need to taste a shared midnight cigarette.
β’ I need to taste a cigar and whiskey over a poker table.
β’ I need to smell constant flickering campfire, and the lasting scent it leaves in my clothes.
β’ I need to smell the hay bales I climb on when I'm supposed to be feeding the horses.
β’ I need to smell the cobblestone of Saint Denis and the fresh pine of Strawberry.
β’ I need to hear the nickering of horses over crickets and a crackling fire.
β’ I need to hear the gentle strum of Javier on his guitar.
β’ I need to hear Uncle's incessant whistling, or Reverend's drunken singing.
β’ I need to look down and see my DR body.
β’ I need to see Arthur's face, and find out the intricacies of his eye color for myself.
β’ I need to look over the cliff of Horseshoe Overlook, ride the fields of the Heartlands, and see every waterfall for myself.
