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I loved the hell out of Red Dead Redemption. I first got it, played a little and then it sat for about 2 months. When I picked it up again, I made it my mission to complete it despite my initial boredom. I pushed on and it was worth it. When I made it to the end, I was pretty bothered. I finished it up to the credits with Jack, and then I didn’t touch the game for a whole year due to my sadness for John.
I just picked it back up again and I don’t regret it one bit.
The saddest part of the game is the fact that Jack lives up to exactly what society expects of him and what John died trying to prevent. On my second play-through, I refused to kill Ross, because Jack should not have let John died in vain.
After the story ended I made up my own for Jack.
Going on a rampage and killing all the lawmen I could find, then once I’d completely destroyed the honour I had from John, I made Jack good again.
I thought he wouldn’t want to live under his father’s legacy.
When I was playing with John Marston, I made sure I done the ‘good’ things, to be an example to Jack but after Jack died, I made sure Jack was bitter and was cruel towards the world.
The first thing I noticed when I took control over grown-up Jack, and went to my old house for one last good-bye, was that there were no more oil lamps. There was electricity. I was still reluctant to accept what had happened, but that was the proof. Time had passed. And there was nothing I could do.
I really hope that if they make a sequel, you play as Jack, just because I hated playing him so much. I want to love his character so badly because he is Johns son. I want him to have his own story and come out of his fathers shadow. But at the same time I hope they make a prequel as well, where the ending is the beginning of RDR.
I love listening to “Dust Bowl Dance” by Mumford & Sons while playing as Jack. I swear, that song was written for him. The lyrics only confirm my belief in this.
“I’ve been kicked off my land at the age of sixteen,”
“There will come a time I will look in your eye
You will pray to the God that you always denied,”
“Seal my heart and brake my pride
I’ve nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide
Align my heart, my body, my mind
To face what I’ve done and do my time
Well yes sir, yes sir, yes it was me
I know what I’ve done, cause I know what I’ve seen
I went out back and I got my gun
I said, “You haven’t met me, I am the only son” “