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Red Dead Redemption 2's puppet-like NPCs collide with its precise world

Red Dead Redemption 2 's too detailed world tries to propose reality. Fall and you are covered in the mud;…

Red Dead Redemption 2 ‘s too detailed world tries to propose reality. Fall and you are covered in the mud; While it is covered by the mud, anyone can make a famous comment about how they hope it’s not crazy. The world is full of small blooms and behaviors that suggest that its NPCs are real people with real reactions. But the more I play, the more it feels like puppets put on a show.

Red Dead Redemption 2 wants to draw the player into some kind of simulated (albeit romantic) version of the past when the natural world was less scarred from industrialization and people always had stories or long stories to share. The world responds to the player. Slide someone in the leg and they can end up with a denture the next time you see them. Leave a carcass next to the road and come back a few days to find bones. The game’s natural world, with its detailed snow and signaling temperatures, strives to feel realistic. Even Arthur himself emulates a real person through his need to groom and swim while his slow pace seems to be an attempt to distinguish him from faster video players like Assassin’s Creed Odyssey’s Kassandra .

On Area, NPCs strive for the same level of detail, which seems to appear to be full life. An angry savior throws someone through the window to sleep with his wife. a lumpy rider stops to calm his horse just to be kicked in his head. These moments try to suggest that the world is full of people who go about their lives, but when they stand in contrast to the rest of the game’s detail level they are very artificial. The seams begin to show, and it is obvious that Red Dead Redemption 2 s people only exist in relation to me and are defined only by what I can do them.

The game’s interactions are limited due to its inspirations. Western is a complex and problematic genre tied to a violent story that gave rise to the myth of the weapon as an equivalent tool (for example, the often quoted “God made the man, Sam Colt made them alike”) and robust, self-confidence manliness. As a result, interactions with Red Dead Redemption 2 s NPCs exist within the masculine framework. Arthur and the player’s actions are expressions of a mythical masculinity. We save women and smaller men – after all, better men could fight bandits and handle their horses – and compete against gun players while using unique abilities like Dead-Eye to our advantage. We are referring to our hat as a true gentleman, and we kill who we want. The game rewards the masculine impulses. The western framework only leads to certain types of interactions, and these interactions inevitably lead to rewards: outshoot someone in a field competition and you get some money; save a man from wolves and he will give you a treasure map.

These rewards further emphasize that, despite Red Dead Redemption 2 s accurate details and animations created by exaggerated, condescending hours and exhausting work – the NPC only exists for the player’s advantage. HBO’s Westworld core is that people can participate in a theme park Wild West roleplay android “hosts” that offer unique adventures-mocks this performance in a scene where one of the park’s artificial workers falls off his horse. When a human protagonist, William, comes to his help, the host tries to attract him with stories of a treasure map and lost wealth. Williams’s companion dismisses the future adventure as a well-thought-out park story. It’s kiddie stuff, a blatant attempt to drag park guests to side activities and storylines designed for their pleasures. And yet, in Red Dead Redemption 2 these scenarios play a little irony. The game’s details are designed to elicit intelligence, and these NPC interactions seem to suggest proposing a larger world full of secrets and adventures. But these adventures are limited and always return to reward the player. What deep and rich world, to have such people and such adventures on every hill and road! Yet they are pale in comparison to the game’s other details, making them feel even more unreal.

Once, as they traveled through the plain, I heard a man cry out in fear. He should die, damn it. Please nobody will help him. As it turned out, he became bitten by a worm. I could leave him, I could suck the married or I could give him medicine. I chose the latter, and we then separated the roads. Almost five hours later, I heard the man call me while walking around the city of Valentine. He sat on a business porch with his friend. Why was it not wonderful for him to see me, his savior again? He was so glad he offered to pay for what I wanted in the gun shop. I bought a Springfield Rifle and scope; It is perfect for jacket wear.

This meeting meant that my actions would have consequences, but the reward and scripts of our interaction were wrong. For all Red Dead Redemption 2 attention to detail, this NPC was not a device that existed before I found him. He came in when I came close, just to be saved by me, and then again to reward me for it. Red Dead s characters always guide you somewhere instead of just being people. Enemies are called magic for me to wriggle down; I have seen them blink into existence on my radar during certain events. NPC is in the player’s circulation, for the player. This is true to some extent in all games, but it feels particularly pronounced because of Red Dead Redemption 2s ambition to create a precise and credible space. As a result, the open world of Red Dead Redemption 2 often captures the beauty and detail of real space, but never succeeded in illusory functioning society or treating its citizens with empathy. How can it be when these people are there to serve me and when I can decide to kill them with a push of a button?

I avoid cities more often than not in the game. I get too distracted by the animatronic people and their playful lives. Perhaps I have played so long that I can not help but see the puppet strings. It’s not even about being more realistic; It’s about allowing these devices to live independently of their service to the player. When I’m out in the woods or ride the plains, things seem calmer. Red Dead Redemption 2 Its detailed environments are intoxicating enough that I forget about myself for a while. But that silence always breaks. Suddenly there are broken passengers on the side of the road, heights on the back streets or a man caught in a birch trap. The world does not want me to forget all I can do or all the wealth that the characters want to give me. There is so much content out there, all for me, that the game can not be called its theme park actors and designed sets. The biggest crime I could commit would be missing them after all.

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