When I boot up Red Dead Redemption 2 for the first time in four years, I have no idea where I am. Arthur Morgan stands in a vast open field, and the only thing in sight for miles is a small house. Spying my white spotted horse just behind me (who I apparently called Sugar), I decide there's nothing for it but to get right back in the saddle. The trouble is, I feel like a newborn calf who's learning to walk, because I can't even remember how to do the most basic of things – like get on my horse.
Fumbling with my PS5 controller, I suddenly pull out my gun and proceed to fire some rapid shots that make me jump out of my own skin. Narrowly missing Sugar, who's understandably neighing in alarm, I start to wonder if I should immediately hang up my cowboy hat. I mean, I nearly murdered my own horse not two minutes into returning to Rockstar's take on the Wild West. And I wish I could tell you that my first hour got any better, but that would be a big fat lie.
