7 Life Lessons You Learned From Red Dead Redemption
3. Whatever You Do, Don’t Have Kids
Jack Marston. A name that ought to be spat with venom. Jack. Marston.
What can you say about this little shrimp who grows up to be just about the worst human being to ever cross the western wildlands? The apple fell very far from the tree when this characterless annoyance was spawned.
It was always going to be a difficult sell, bringing in new characters at the end of the second act. Having spent so much time developing and becoming John, we felt we knew him. Now our lives were changing, slowing, as we tended to the family homestead. But Marston’s wife Abbie and Uncle were perfectly bearable.
No, hatred was focused on Marston’s boy, Jack.
He’s whiney and demanding and… And what more do you want? We’ve killed thousands of bandits, now we’re baby-sitting this bear-thumping chump. Awful character, prescient warning of your own middle-aged life.
Life lesson here: Children are irritating and lazy, think they know best, will waste your time and drive you to an early grave.
They also cannot be trusted when handling rifles.