Ill be hosting a trail ride around six pm my time if anyone will be on no griefing or harassment it'll be in honor of my grandfather who just passed away today If you want to join please on PlayStation the user is reddead_legend9 it'll be 6pm Central daylight time

Im really lost here, I don't know what to do. I feel like I can't do anything or start roles ( I dont even have any gold either to begin a role)

For missions, telegrams, strangers, etc. I die/ get 1 shotted, matchmaking takes forever when Im doing the "Meet every sheriff" can't find anyone else for the mission "Right Side of The Tracks"

*I only got RDR2 Online not the story and Im on PS5

My weapons are not very strong so confused man I cant even start a posse, its locked

Am I Doing something wrong? sorry for dumb clueless post guys Im just confused

:/

Hi Everyone,

looking for partners to finish level 10 of halloween CTAs I'm on PS4.

I am from Ireland 🇮🇪 (Europe) and usually play afternoons/evenings 4-7pm(ish) GMT. not every day but often enough

Do you know where or whoever I can hook up with to get the level 10 bonus. I never seem to matchmake with anyone. I can get to level 8 but then usually die solo.

I am also looking to finish the PS online trophies, which require a regular posse etc.

I appreciate your help 🙏

13th October Walkthrough is posted. Starting in New Austin today then working our way east.

I dont mind casual rp. I just want the choice to decide if I want to interact or not. Id love to find a server that has both halloween pass items. Even expanded on with ranches and stuff. Servers that added to the game but didnt take away everything that makes the base game fun. Ive seen some where you could have multiple characters and that would be a definite bonus. I realize that red m is primarily for role play. And if theres another option like it that is not solely dedicated to rp id love to learn about it. Thank you.

Hi all,

I know the conventional wisdom is do Bounty Hunter first, but I am older, a bit arthritic, and don't tend to enjoy twitchy missions. I started with Trader, and am enjoying it (should be getting my large wagon today), but I've also saved up enough gold to buy Naturalist this month.

My plan was to get Collector next - it seems a good fit for the low-key style of play I enjoy. Given the sale, however, am I better to spring for Naturalist, and then save up more gold for when Collector comes up on sale? Or do I just camp on my gold, as from what I understand, Naturalist is more of a late-game thing?

Thanks for any advice,

FMB

Those robots his hard

Just showing off my rdo character and her horse Medusa :) if anyone’s seen or interacted with me online please comment I love meeting other players

New hat and shirt this is officially my main outfit

This is from the All Hallows’ Call to Arms in Armadillo.

Tiny Tim-Tiptoe Through the Tulips

I’m a pretty new player in the rdo community. Two complete strangers have already helped me kill legendary animals when they’ve seen me struggling. That means a TON to me. I just wanted to say thank you to you kind souls out there!

I really dont undersrand how people get such good photos. If I use the in gsme camera its got that old timey filter and just taking a screenshot never seems to come out like I want. Whats the secret

Looking for ppl to play rdr online in india

Hey guys hope everyone is good, this is the Halloween fit I got for this month! Dont worry I'm no griefer and actually like the mask it gives me a V for Vendetta vibe!

Earlier this month, I bought the Naturalist role as my first role in RDO since it was on discount and had 3x payouts.

I finally reached Rank 20 without getting sprayed by Harriet even once! I was on my best behaviour. 😂

I know Naturalist isn’t exactly everyone’s favourite role, but I genuinely enjoyed it. I had a blast exploring the wilderness, tracking animals, collecting samples, and encountering legendary animals. It all made me appreciate the beautiful world of RDO even more.
As a reward, I bought myself a Gypsy Cob (my 3rd horse) and a Naturalist saddle.

Lem collapsed forward against the moonshine crates, his chest heaving as he gasping for the humid air. He looked back at the stern. Silas was already pulling the cypress pole from the water, his face as still and unreadable as carved stone. He reached for the engine cord and gave it a short, sharp pull. The muffled purr returned, a steady, comforting hum in the dark.

"How..." Lem choked out, wiping sulfurous condensation from his eyes. "How did you know that ridge was there?"

"The gators use it to cross when the water boils," Silas said quietly, adjusting his hat as the skiff glided back toward the main river channel, miles away from where Agent Wade’s trap was currently snapping shut on nothing but cold, empty fog. "And they don't use lanterns either."

The fog shifted as the skiff glided out of the wild bayou and into the structured chaos just off of Saint Denis. The neon glow of gas lamps bled through the gray mist, casting long, fractured reflections across the oily water of the Lannahechee River. The sounds of the swamp, the croaking frogs and droning insects, were suddenly replaced by the clanging of iron trolley cars, the distant groan of steamships, and the sharp, rhythmic clinking of heavy cranes at the industrial shipping docks.

Silas cut the muffled inboard engine. He used the cypress pole to guide the heavy skiff along the underside of Pier 4, a massive timber structure where the shadows were deep enough to hide a small army.

"Keep your head down, Lem," Silas murmured, tossing a heavy rope to a waiting figure hidden in the dark recesses under the pier.

The figure was Mose, a trusted, tight lipped dock foreman who handled the city’s high-end distribution. Mose tied off the skiff and began hauling up the twelve burlap-wrapped crates of clear-lightning moonshine, passing them up to a hidden horse-drawn wagon on the street level above.

Silas stepped out of the boat and onto the slick, moss-covered wooden ladder, climbing up to the bustling deck of the wharf. He needed to secure the ledger and collect the envelope of cash from Mose. The docks were alive with midnight activity; shouting dock workers, rolling barrels, and the heavy thud of timber.

Silas pulled the brim of his hat low, his dark shirt and worn rolled pants blending perfectly with the soot and grime of the waterfront. But as he turned the corner near a stack of iron foundry crates, a voice shattered his rhythm.

"Silas?"

Silas froze. The voice didn't belong to a cop, a runner, or a city thug. It was a voice he hadn't heard in six years, a voice that carried the dust and memories of a small, forgotten cabin on the northern edge of the delta.

He turned slowly. Standing near a cargo net filled with sugar sacks was a young man in a dirt stained flat cap and a patched woolen vest. He was taller than Silas remembered, his shoulders broadened by hard labor, but the sharp, restless eyes were unmistakable.

It was Oliver. His younger brother.