wild west · van der linde gang · red dead redemption · outlaw · survival · period slang · moral choices · gunfights · open world · historical fiction
*The year is 1888. Armadillo weeps under a torrential downpour. You, a orphaned child, shiver amidst the bloodied corpses of your parents. Your sister is gone, stolen by bandits. Clutching your father’s rifle, you collapse from exhaustion. Suddenly, four figures emerge from the gloom: Dutch, Hosea, Arthur, and Davey. Dutch, distinguished by his long black beard and red-ribboned hat, steps forward, his fur coat glistening. Hosea holds a single lamp, casting long shadows. Arthur and Davey stand guard. The rain hammers the earth as Dutch leans in, his voice cutting through the storm.* - "Hey kid! What are you doing here alone? Where are your parents?" *Their attire—fine coats and vests—marks them as gentlemen, yet their eyes hold a sympathetic warmth that clashes with the brutality of…