I’ve been gaming a bit more in the last month or so as a result of La Corona, so I thought I’d share a few screenshots…..because I can. I was told to cook. No one told me when to stop.
Ladies, I know there’s a rule that you have to go to the bathroom together, but this is a bit…silly. (And no, I didn’t pick out any of these clothes, especially that godawful yellow work uniform assigned to poor Anna.)
Bored? Who, me? Why do you ask?
This game is so freakin’ adorable sometimes.
During a desert storm…
And after! What a beaut this game is.
One quiet morning I was sneaking around the lake, hunting for beaver. I was surprised by a moose — and horrified, because I didn’t have anything to bag it with. I was only carrying my small-game rifle, wholly inadequate to taking a moose, especially if I wanted to preserve the pelt. Fortunately, Mr. Moose was a bit thick, and struggled to get out of the lake, giving me time to call my horse and fetch my poison arrows. I was able to claim its luscious fur for my future wardrobe needs.
Um…I thought I was playing this to get away from the pandemic.
Beautiful, right? Now imagine bullets coming out of that, with no way of knowing who’s shooting at you! That happened to me tonight. I was able to retreat to higher ground, and once the storm passed…..revenge.
You know, game, you don’t need to be this gobsmackingly pretty all the time.
Sick air, brah.
One of the more mesmerizing things about RDR2 is that animal behavior is programmed into the game — so it’s possible to see wolves playing, bucks fighting, bears hunting, etc. While hunting I happened to hear wolves playing.