In RDR2, there’s a moment—maybe you’ve felt it—when the simulation slips.
Your horse disappears. The map folds in on itself. NPCs glitch into silence.
And you’re left walking.

No fast travel. No mission prompt. Just you, the terrain, and whatever logic you carry.

I call it the Barefoot Protocol—when the game strips away tools and forces you to improvise.
Sometimes I hike to a known campfire. Sometimes I trigger a weather shift.
Other times, I just walk until the world remembers me.

🔸 What’s your ritual when the horse vanishes?
🔸 Ever found peace in the glitch?
🔸 Do you think the game tests who you are when it breaks?

Let’s map the barefoot moments. The ones that reveal the player beneath the cowboy.