Trauma didn't make me nice, I consciously made me nice because I don't want anyone else to suffer like I did. Trauma didn't make me strong, I made me strong. Don't you dare ever tell me my trauma made me anything but scared, broken, and confused. Don't give credit to the abusers for me being a good person. They didn't make me good, I made myself good.
my favorite work memory from this store will always be “hey remember when the subway inside the store closed down and they let me take a bunch of their shit for free and now it lives inside my house?”
Replaying rdr2 is realizing that the gang was doomed from the start. They were never happy
The Blackwater job was the turning point and we don't even see it, its like John says in the epilogue
Dutch didn't become a monster, he just got found out already being one. I was stuck in chapter two unable to move on because I was convinced the gang was in the happy phase now, before Micah gets out of jail and before Arthur gets TB
But they weren't. Dutch was already too far gone, Hosea is sick and just wants to ensure the future of the gang before he dies, John and Arthur aren't on good terms, Karen is fighting with Grimshaw constantly, Javier and Charles are about the only two sane people there and they keep their distance for the most part
The gangs downfall already begun, there is no good place for them in any part of the story and that's what makes it so tragic, they never had hope because they were following Dutch who was already past the point of no return and all we're doing now is slowly falling to our death