130 days of building, painting, weathering, and working on all the tiny details.
Really happy with how it turned out.

Recently made what I thought Saint Denis would look like in Modern Era in a GTA style map, also provided a map with the districts I took inspiration of while making the map

Always wondered why he couldn’t bathe at home and why cant Abigail be his shower helper

So, I made a new friend ❤️🫎 This is on ps5 btw, so no mods. Just a loving moose up near Wapiti 🥹 It refuses to run away. Maybe it's taking pity on ol' black lung Morgan.

(nevermind the weird, blue color - it's just my phone that warps it)

Every time you're behind any sort of waist height structure and you attempt to paint multiple targets in deadeye with either a long rifle or akimbo revolvers, Arthur lowers the weapon and shoots the fucking cover that's in front of him. It's the one things that constantly frustrates me.

James was born in Kearney, Missouri, to Baptist minister Reverend Robert Sallee James and his wife Zerelda (Cole) James. The couple came from Kentucky. He was of English, Welsh and Scottish descent. Frank was the oldest of three children. His father died in 1850 and his mother remarried Benjamin Simms in 1852. After his death, she married a third time to Dr. Reuben Samuel in 1855, when Frank was 13 years old.^\3]) As a child, James showed interest in his late father's sizable library, especially the works of William Shakespeare. Census records show that James attended school regularly, and he reportedly wanted to become a teacher. The American Civil War began in 1861, when James was eighteen years old. The secessionists in Missouri, including Governor Claiborne Fox Jackson, attempted to drive the Union army out of the state but were eventually defeated. The James family was from the heavily Confederate western portion of the state. On September 13, 1861, the Missouri State Guard, including private Frank James, besieged Lexington, Missouri. James fell ill and was left behind when the Confederate forces retreated. He surrendered to the Union troops, was paroled, and was allowed to return home. On his arrival, however, he was arrested by the local pro-Union militia and was forced to sign an oath of allegiance to the Union.

After the withdrawal of regular Confederate troops in the fall of 1861, a bitter guerrilla conflict soon began between bands of pro-Confederate irregulars (commonly known as bushwhackers) and the Union homeguards. By early 1863, Frank, ignoring his parole and oath of allegiance, had joined the guerrilla band of Fernando Scott, a former saddler. He soon switched to the more active command led by William Clarke Quantrill.

Union militiamen searching for Fernando Scott raided the Samuel farm and hanged Dr. Reuben Samuel (though not fatally), Frank's stepfather, torturing him to reveal the location of the guerrillas. Shortly afterward, Frank took part with Quantrill's company in the August 21, 1863, Lawrence Massacre where approximately 200 mostly unarmed civilians were killed. There is a report that after his parole, Frank was involved in a gunfight in Brandenburg, Kentucky with four soldiers that resulted in two soldiers killed, one wounded, and Frank wounded in the hip.^\4]) However, there is an alternative account that claims in the autumn^\)^{clarification needed\}) of 1865, Frank, who was in Kentucky going to Missouri, was suspected of stealing horses in Ohio and that Frank shot two members of a posse and escaped.^\5])

or the career of the James brothers after the Civil War, see Jesse James.

During his years as a bandit, James was involved in at least four robberies between 1868 and 1876 that resulted in the deaths of bank employees or citizens. The most famous incident was the disastrous Northfield, Minnesota raid on September 7, 1876, that ended with the death or capture of most of the gang.^\6])

Five months after the killing of his brother Jesse in 1882, Frank James boarded a train to Jefferson City, Missouri, where he had an appointment with the governor in the state capital. Placing his holster in Governor Crittenden's hands, he explained,^\7])

'I have been hunted for twenty-one years, have literally lived in the saddle, have never known a day of perfect peace. It was one long, anxious, inexorable, eternal vigil.' He then ended his statement by saying, 'Governor, I haven't let another man touch my gun since 1861.'

Accounts say that James surrendered with the understanding that he would not be extradited to Northfield, Minnesota.^\8])

He was tried for only two of the robberies/murders: one in Gallatin, Missouri, for the July 15, 1881, robbery of the Rock Island Line train at Winston, Missouri, in which the train engineer and a passenger were killed, and the other in Huntsville, Alabama, for the March 11, 1881, robbery of a United States Army Corps of Engineers payroll at Muscle Shoals, Alabama. Among others, former Confederate General Joseph Orville Shelby testified on James's behalf in the Missouri trial. He was acquitted in both Missouri and Alabama. Missouri accepted legal jurisdiction over him for other charges, but they never came to trial. He was never extradited to Minnesota for his connection with the Northfield Raid.^\9])

His New York Times obituary summarized his arrest and acquittal:

In 1882 ... Frank James surrendered in Jefferson City, Missouri. After his surrender James was taken to Independence, Missouri, where he was held in jail three weeks, and later to Gallatin, where he remained in jail a year awaiting trial. Finally James was acquitted and went to Oklahoma to live with his mother. He never was in the penitentiary and never was convicted of any of the charges against him.^\2])

In the last thirty years of his life, James worked a variety of jobs, including shoe salesman in Nevada, Missouri and then burlesque theater ticket taker in St. Louis. One of the theater's spins to attract patrons was their use of the phrase "Come get your ticket punched by the legendary Frank James." He also served as an AT&T telegraph operator in St. Joseph, Missouri. James took up the lecture circuit, while residing in Sherman, Texas. In 1902, former Missourian Sam Hildreth, a leading thoroughbred horse trainer and owner, hired James as the betting commissioner at the Fair Grounds Race Track,^\10]) in New Orleans. He returned to the North Texas area where he was a shoe salesman at Sanger Brothers in Dallas. The Tacoma Times reported in July, 1914,^\11]) that he was picking berries at a local ranch in Washington state, and planned to buy a farm nearby. He was also part of a Chicago investment group which purchased the Fletcher Terrell's Buckskin Bill's Wild West Show, third in size after the Buffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill shows.^\12])

In his final years, James returned to the James Farm, giving tours for the sum of 25 cents.^\13]) He died there at age 72 on February 18, 1915. He left behind his wife Annie Ralston James and one son.^\2])

Totally late to this party, but finished the game yesterday. Now have to to play the first game. But I digress…

I absolutely loved my playthrough—great story, great game. But after finishing, there’s one huge lingering question I have….how the fuck was Dutch the leader of anyone or anything? The entire game is him just making poor, impulsive decisions. How he kept a hold on the entire group for the majority of the game is mind-boggling. Anyway, I’m sure this has been discussed before. Just wanted to throw it out there…

and i can easily say that it was the most fun ive had in this game ever, i have never really done hunting before and it was so fun

His name was Brooke, he was the Shire Hosea gives you in that mission in chapter 2. I was riding to the widow missions when i got next to some lawmen and they randomly started shooting, they shot him and killed me. Im about to crash out

I finished the epilogue of rdr2 and there’s no missions remaining. What can I do ?

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i just finished the game for the first time tonight. shot Micah in the head. aimed for the balls too, but he was dead already.

the game was beautiful, ugly, satisfying, unsatisfying, amazing, terrible, heartwarming, heartbreaking, everything in one exhilarating blend of greatness. i just cannot believe that something like this exists, and I believe I have already experienced the very peak of this genre, hell, this medium, gaming, as a whole. you cannot top this. lived it, loved it. i'll

always love you my Arthur..

i guess I just need somewhere to let this out. it was truly a once in a lifetime experience for me. before this, i viewed gaming as just a pastime, a hobby, but now I know that it is so much bigger than that. this game has taught me so much. Kudos to rockstar and everyone involved in producing it.

Love getting bounty hunters up in the Grizzlies! Very scenic gun fights

Why are moose so damn unreasonably hard to find? Like I've gone everywhere and done every trick and technique to find them and nothing.

I'm pretty sure my last activities went like:

1. Mexican sharpshooter encounter on NE of Horseshoe Overlook camp
2. Appleseed Timber Co.'s Gray wolves request
3. 2 O'Driscolls robbing a stagecoach on NE of Appleseed Timber Co.
4. Americans at Rest
5. Mickey asking Arthur's name
6. 1 O'Driscoll laying on the stair in front of the Keane's Saloon
7. Saved a blue jacket man from a prison wagon
8. A camper in Blackwater talking about Fort Riggs and Indians
9. Immediately save a man being hunted by a gray wolf near Riggs station
10. The First Shall be Last

Passed through that point I marked as "32", and all of sudden JE appeared on the minimap and that encounter happened.

It's odd cause it feels like he went back to the camp and as soon as he arrived Dutch asked him to rescue Bill is gone

Shame I couldn't record it. The path from the final part of The First Shall be Last and the point 32 is too long to be taken within 30s record feature of game bar

Esto es posiblemente lo mas raro que he visto jugando rdr2. ¿Como puede olvidar el momento en el que uncle se afeito?

For me personally, it's the rocky mountain bull elk. I get so incredibly angry whenever I see it because I think it's a moose only to be left with disappointment as I discover that I have been baited once more.