The Dream: John Marston, the steely outlaw protagonist of Rockstar's ridiculously entertaining wild-west romp, would get the Bureau of Investigation off his back, somehow take care of Edgar Ross and any other loose ends, and live to fight another day, because legends this awesome can't die, can they? The Reality: It appears they can. Red Dead Redemption ends with Marston sending his family away from the ranch moments before the BOI shows up for one final showdown with him. Though John takes as many of Ross' goons with him as he can, he's ultimately cut down by the sheer numbers game, and dies a brutal death. Sure, the epilogue sequence allows players to get revenge on Ross by playing as John's aged son Jack, but we spent the course of the game growing attached to John, only for any franchise potential to be completely wiped out at the end of the game. Of course, we'd play a sequel featuring a fully-grown Jack Marston, or even a prequel starring John himself, but it's a shame one of Rockstar's most bada** protagonists to date had to take a bullet (well, lots of them) at the eleventh hour.
Stay at home dad who spends as much time teaching his kids the merits of Martin Scorsese as possible (against the missus' wishes).
General video game, TV and film nut. Occasional sports fan. Full time loon.
