At any given time, I am usually working my way through a console game. Lately, that game has been Red Dead Redemption. I only get in an hour or two a week, so it takes me quite a while to finish a game. It seems I will not be finishing RDR.
Red Dead Redemption is a game I both love and hate. Let's start out with the love. I love the Western setting, the voice acting is top notch, the graphics are great and the mechanics are a lot of fun. I also enjoy the overall story of the game.
Hate may be a strong word, but it is enough to overcome all of the love. First, I hate the multitude of mundane quests you are sent on. I don't want to herd cows or break-in horses. Shooting crows? No thanks. I don't even want to race.
Worse than the mundane quests was John Marston himself. He started out pretty cool, but then it became clear he had no real character. I think Penny Arcade had a comic describing it, but I can't find it. Marston would just do whatever people told him and take a lot of abuse. It really made me miss Mass Effect, how I would have liked RDR to have a little RPG mixed in.
Spoilers...
I pushed myself through Mexico and then back to the States. Finally killed Dutch and was hoping the game was over. Nope, I need to do mundane chores around the house. I just can't bring myself to play the game again. I have heard about the ending, which does sound good but not enough for me to spend any more time on the game.
Next up is Fallout 3. I played some of it on my PC, but got the Game of the Year for my 360. It's refreshing to have some control over the attitude of my character again.
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