On one play through, where I decided to roam the outskirts of the countryside, my encounters included two full on wars with entire gangs of cattle thieves, kidnappers and ne'er do wells. After one of the battles, the snakes and vultures started their approach to the wasted campground.
Later, as I was returning to one of my home bases, I encountered someone who asked me to go to a new town I hadn't yet visited, so I got on my horse and started down the unfamiliar dirt road. Upon that journey, I encountered another stranger (an old man picking flowers) who asked for my assistance in picking a bouquet for his wife. My horse and I trotted down by a rickety bridge and a stream, and after a moment of surveying the land my protagonist uttered, "What went on here?"
At this point a group of wild boar charged me and my horse and killed the poor thing...I took out my double barrel, laid them to waste, skinned them for their hides and continued on my way trying to find some flowers for an old man. Of course, the peril of such a task was not done, as now a pack of wolves attacked me, causing me to use a rifle to scare them off and kill one of them.
The real me gasped a little, heart jogging a little faster than normal, as I paused this moment to reflect on the untamed and random nature of my exhilaration. I wasn't even following the story; I was just picking flowers for an old man, and the world I explored turned on me.
"Game" isn't even the right word anymore.
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