Found her dead.
SHE BECAME UNDEAD.
Seems half of New Austin wants me dead.
John Marston, Red Dead Redemption
Marston: How can you sink that low? Diggin' up graves and lootin' from the dead.
Seth: Hypocrites, the whole damn lotta you! Are you sayin' it's better to steal from the livin'? They're corpses. They don't care none.
Marston: These people been laid to rest.
Seth: You don't know nothin'. I talk to 'em, long after they been forgotten by every other fella. I tell 'em it's alright to be scared and alone. I embrace 'em when they're stinkin' and rotten.
Marston: I met some sick bastards in my time, Seth, but you, you're special.
Seth: Folk is cold and heartless all their lives. To me, they get warmer when they're actually cold and heartless. Surely that makes sense, to even you?
Marston: Not exactly it don't.
Seth: Are we really livin' anyway? Do you exist outside my mind? Maybe we're both havin' the same dream and when we wake up we'll die?
Marston: I certainly seem to be in some kind of nightmare.
Seth: Have you looked in the cave, Seth? No, it's very dark.
Marston: What did you say?
Seth: I-I didn't say nothin'.
Marston: I just heard you say somethin'.
Seth: You're a crazy man. You should get that head looked at.
Skepticism is the bastard child of progress, John.
Nigel West Dickens
When I hear about this so-called Federal Government, sending out agents to covertly murder and control people, then I start to worry. I mean, alright, Williamson is a menace and men like him are the plague, but isn't a government agent a worse menace? In all that symbolizes, I mean.
Drew MacFarlane
When a man with a singsong voice tells me to fuck off, it ALWAYS concerns me, 'boyo'
John Marston, Red Dead Redemption
Some trees flourish, others die. Some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. Some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. Ain't nothing fair. You know that.
John Marston , Red Dead Redemption
In Red Dead Redemption, you often come across folks that are about to shoot themselves in the head. I try to lasso them and take them away from that spot so they don't off themselves.
This time, in Undead Nightmare, a person was sitting in front of a pile of burning bodies and he was about to shoot himself, so I lasso'd him. I sneezed and pulled him forward instead of to the side.
HE FELL IN THE FIRE , burned to death. AND I CRIED. My horse (Death) DID NOT APPROVE AND KEEPS REARING AND CIRCLING ME, SNORTING. Almost as if he/she is telling me that I'm a fucking schmuck.
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