The ESRB doesn't rate online games I thought? Or is that just online portions of different games?

Henry Smith was born and raised in a small farm in Texas. It was right on the border of Mexico so his father had to often fight if Banditos to make sure his family was safe. After years of fighting Henry's father was killed and so was his mother. Henry was taken to Mexico and raised as an outlaw. He stole, killed and robbed people to survive. Now he's on his own. Roaming the west. -------------- *Henry rides on his horse into a small town. He hitches it at the saloon and walks in. Sitting at the bar, he takes off his hat and sets it on the counter. He orders one shot and drinks it.* (Waiting for any response.)

*Henry looks into the coffee and smiles.* "I'm more or less trying to move past that past in my life. Prison made me wanna do that." *He smirks and takes a sip of his coffee.* "And if you live here I might as well set up a tent and stay here ya know what I mean?" *Henry chuckles a bit as he adds one sugar packet to his coffee.*

*Henry looks at Charles.* "Where were you when I needed a light?" *Henry looks at Pam and scratches his stubble.* "Well I'd ask you for your number but it seems that this... Gentleman is all over you." *As he smirks at his joke he straightens his mouth.* "Can I just get a coffee? Black please." *He takes a deep puff from his cigarette and then puts it out in the ashtray.* "This room got really smokey all of a sudden."

Yup, but I do think it was for improvement not cleaning

They released a statement about how they will fix that... It'll be 60fps soon. Nothing else will change

*Henry stumbles out from the bedroom. His footing is wobbly and he's very dizzy. He leans up against the wall and pukes all over the floor.* "AHHHH! What the fuck happened?"

*Henry pulls up to the small diner and walks in. His hoodie draped over his head to prevent the rain getting on him. He takes a seat at the counter and waits for one of the waitresses to come up to him. He lights a cigarette and takes a puff.*

As I know other farms are bound to sprout up everywhere I would like to set myself apart from them. Help the community with slashed prices on all greens and fruits. I look for the working man because I am a working man and I wanna help out. My farm will be growing naturally and have cattle roam the open fields until it's their time. I want to hire any people looking to make a living and I will need help from friends. Anybody that is willing to buy fresh vegetables and fruits can feel free to give me a holler. I'll also need a trucker or two to help me deliver all the goods from point A to point B. And this isn't some fancy scheme to take you money or even drive out any other farmers. I simply wanna grow the farming community as a whole to produce better food for all of you. If you're interested in investing for the helping of gaining farmland just give me a whirl and I'll respond. I'll need workers like you wouldn't believe. But I hope y'all have a good day. See ya around.

500 bucks is the cost of a PC needed to run this game

Tim Landry was born and raised in Pflugerville, Texas. A population of only around 52,000 now, when he was younger it was smaller. He grew up on a farm with his mother and father. Being an only child that left most of the responsibilities to him. Tend to the crops, feed the caddle, and what his father said was most important. Do good in football. Even though Tim only around 13 in Middle School he was ranked number 4 in the best quarter backs in Texas for his age group. Now that he's in high school he has to make an even better name for himself in football. At 16 Tim broke the passing yard records for most yards in a single season. He got 14,410, only beating the original of 14,408 yards. In college he played for the Texas Longhorns, and in his first starting season in 2009 he lead the Longhorns to a 13 game winning streak until they were beaten by the number one ranked Alabama. And in his last year of college he finished his college career with a winning bowl game. Unfortunately Tim was badly injured and couldn't play football for a while. He ended up missing the draft and if he wanted, could go into free agency if he tried. But since his last college game Tim had worked on his farm with his family. And thought about moving out of state. He did some research and ultimately decided to go to The Island since it had a nice amount of farm land. Once he's done working there and has gotten his fill in farming maybe he'll try out for football again. Or maybe even coach high school football like he originally intended to do. Not much is known for his future, but Tim the cowboy will just have to see what happens.

*Henry walks over to Jackson and puts his hand on his shoulder.* "So what's up guys? You excited for Rouge One?" *They shake their heads rapidly and look at Jackson.* "Don't bullshit me you little mother fuckers. I've dealt with tougher assholes in prison. You get your rocks off teasing and bullying? Because sooner or later you'll be working for him and he's gonna make sure that you suffer for your entire lives. Either befriend him now and hope he doesn't fuck your girls in the future. Or don't be friends and he still will fuck your bitches."

"Tell me what one he is man." *Henry flicks his cigarette into the cold grass and waits for Hanshi to give him the heads up.*

*Henry leans up against the wall and finishes his cigarette. He puts his hands in his pockets and waits.* "Did school always take this fuckin long man? I mean I was never there but still. Takes to long."

*Henry thinks back to his school days. Just like yesterday, it feels like he's hearing his childhood be explained to him.* "We got this then. Star Wars is my jam and nobody messes with that."

"So what's the kids name? How old is he? What are those punk little kids like?" *Henry takes his Marlboro pack out and lights a cigarette in his mouth. He takes a deep puff.*

*Henry smiles and tosses the papers down. He shoots up in excitement and grabs his jacket.* "Your car? Or are we walking?"

"Well..." *Henry puts his switchblade in his pocket.* "It was boring so far. Ate a sandwich and walked here." *He walks over to Hanshi and grabs some papers from his desk and starts reading them. He sits down and crosses his legs.* "So what's on the to do list today Han?"

*Henry walks in as Hanshi finishes his sentence.* "Power ist nichts ohne Respekt alter Freund. Ein glücklicher Soldat ist ein treuer Soldat." *Henry takes on his switchblade and starts playing around with it.* "So what's been going on around here? Seems like that kid was a little scared to say the least."

*Henry walks down the street with his hair finally starting to grow. His body aches from the cold weather and his mind is clogged. He has a migraine that feels like a jack hammer being driven into his brain. He walks into a restaurant and orders a coffee.* "What can I get for you today?" "Can I have the Club with a Sprite?" *The waitress dots it down and nods her head.* "Alright, I'll be back in a minute." *She says smiling and walking away. Henry lies his head down into his arms. His eyes hurting so much from trying to force himself to sleep. His scars burn and his soul feels empty.* "Here you go sir." *She sets down that sand which and soda.* "That was extremely fast." "Well I had them make it quick for you." *He smiles up at her as she slides a piece of paper next to his plate.* "You should memorize that." "I absolutely will." *He takes a look at the paper expecting a number.* "THEY'RE IN THE BACK WITH A GUN. HELP US!" *He sets down the paper and calls the waitress back over. He mouths "How many?" She responds "Two. One has a gun." He gestures her to move away. He finishes eating to not cause any attention and gets up and leaves out the front door. He takes out his switchblade and opens it outside so it doesn't make a noise inside. As he walks in through the back he sees the man with the gun. He stabs him in the back and takes the gun. He takes out the mag and shoots the man with the bullet in the chamber.* "AHHH FUCK MAN!" "Why the fuck are you doing this?" "Money man! I gotta make a living!" "What, you haven't heard of a FUCKING job pumpkin head?" *He looks down and takes a deep breath. He walks over to the man and picks him up.* "Do you believe in second chances?" "What?" "Just say yes." "Yeah, sure whatever man!" *Henry let's him go and kicks him in the ass.* "Run and don't turn back. When the cops come I won't tell them you were here. Only one guy." *He turns to the waitress and the cooks.* "Don't snitch."

I eventually went to prison for 3 years for past mistakes that won't be made again. I was locked in there with 400 other people that were either crazier than me or tougher than me. I joined up with The Aryan Brotherhood for a while and when I knew they were a bunch of fuck heads I bounced out. Tri City had a gang in the joint and I was Leader. Recruited stray white boys that weren't up to Aryan standards or were too afraid to approach them. I ran gambling and boxing matches from inside prison that paid top dollar. People died but fuck it, so will I someday. And if they got a problem with me still they can settle it then. What's done is done right?... Yeah. In prison I met this guy who said his dad was a convicted felon for the dumbest shit. Either jaywalking that lead to assaulting an officer or smoking a cigarette that was said to be weed by the cops. I knew that racial tensions were high but damn. He was one of my closest friends by time I got out and I told my boys that when I leave nothing happens to him or else they all die. I had gotten out of jail in 1998 and was looking to go legit.

Definitely gonna be playing this. The Lore and the mechanics just look so amazing. The graphics look amazing as well. Gonna try and be a bounty hunter as well. Han Solo style with some friends if they wanna. Or just be a loan shark kinda guy. Give out credits or something. Also, does anyone here play Knights of the Old Republic?

*As Henry awakes the day after his meeting with Frank he rolls over to see its late in the afternoon. He rolls out of bed and puts on his brown boots and black leather hoodie. He walks to his phone and calls Hanshi back.*

"Famous? I don't know if I'm famous but I've definitely been around." *Henry walks towards Frank and extends his hand* "Henry Taylor, Tri City Skins. And about Little Italy, I'm sorry about that. I had just gotten caught up in some bad places and they decided they wanted to kill me for it."

The day after of my previous entry. I walked away like nothing happened. I was happy with what I did not because I was blood hungry or heartless. But because I was helping people who couldn't help themselves. My friends who were nerds that played Dungeons And Dragons. And don't worry, I used to play it with them. But I didn't care about Marcus. Just one more spook gone right? Yeah that's what I though too. But when you're walking to school in the morning and you can see a grown woman sitting on the porch waiting for her son to come home crying, and you know that because of what you did he won't ever come back. You feel a sense of guilt and remorse for the person you killed. A couple months later I was introduced to Charles Manson, not in person of course. But I had read up on him and studied him. He became my new idol for a while. And then I was introduced to Greg Chib. He was the current leader of The Gemini's and he killed any colored person that walked funny. And to know there were other people who thought like me and acted like me was reassuring when I thought I was alone. Hansi and I joined the Gemini's and for years we both made violent reputations for ourselves. Eventually gaining full control of a gang that was dead. We rebuilt for the ground up and made it more ruthless. I wasn't East Side and he was Central. And we ruled for a very long time.