One of these errands involves getting on a horse and leaving the ranch.
OK, Im exaggerating slightly.
But I will always remember the fear, and the fascination.
Except that nothing Ive ever encountered in games like those has struck me as nearly as bizarre.
Nowadays, I find the prospect of profoundly buggy geography quite intriguing, rather than inconvenient.
Nothing they represent can ever be half as strange as the cyclopean guts of the code beneath.
They call certain variations of this phenomenon the Far Lands.
There are actually a few precedents for this armchair developers daydream.
Still, this is not the Rockstar way.
Im writing about RDR again, of course, because Rockstar have finallyported it to PC and Steam.
Ah, what a loss.
I will never see its like again.
But I can dream.
I can’t help but dream.
