Hi. I’m gay, and I like gaming. But I’m not a gaymer. Gaymers give the impression you’re chained to the chair — blue hair, an uncomfortable obsession with anthropomorphic cartoon animals. Those in the know will know exactly what I mean. I’m not one — if I was, this’d be littered with ‘uwus’ and ‘<3’s. So — I fell in love. With a game. I played it first in 2018, on release day — October 26, 2018. Red Dead Redemption II. I was thirteen, yes. But I was five when the first game came out — and I played it (with the volume down — like shooting a load of outlaws was still okay for a child). Red Dead Redemption II is a prequel. It takes place in 1899 at the tail end of the Wild West — 14 years after a DeLorean fell off a bridge. It follows a fictional gang called the Van der Linde Gang — filled with feisty women, rowdy outlaws, and a tyrannical leader who made Rishi seem sane. It followed a hunky guy called Arthur Morgan. Hmm. Yes. Sorry — I was distracted. Arthur Morgan — in his...