Roach Race, based on true events
"Roach Race, based on true events" – email from Cyberpunk 2077. “Later, it was said the man came from the north, from Roper's Gate.
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“Later, it was said the man came from the north, from Roper's Gate. He came on foot, leading his laden horse by the bridle...”
Stories abound on what happened next, but not many know the events preceding this moment.
Why lead the horse instead of riding it? That was no coincidence, for on that day, tensions between the man and his steed were running high. The horse tossed her head, chomped at the bit, laid back her ears... To say Roach was in a bad mood would be an understatement. And for good reason, too.
Earlier that day, she had uncovered a truth so disheartening it was too much to bear (though she'd borne many a burden in her lifetime.) As it turned out, she wasn’t the first and only Roach. And try as she might, the horse couldn’t stop worrying she wouldn't be the last...
Distraught and heartbroken, she leapt out and into the open world, devouring apples and carrots at full gallop. As was the case with all of his more complex relationships, the white-haired man understood his loss only when he saw the horse’s rump disappear into the distance. He couldn’t allow her – the only creature that understood him without words – to leave him forever.
He gave chase, starting an epic journey no bard has yet set forth in song...
Stories abound on what happened next, but not many know the events preceding this moment.
Why lead the horse instead of riding it? That was no coincidence, for on that day, tensions between the man and his steed were running high. The horse tossed her head, chomped at the bit, laid back her ears... To say Roach was in a bad mood would be an understatement. And for good reason, too.
Earlier that day, she had uncovered a truth so disheartening it was too much to bear (though she'd borne many a burden in her lifetime.) As it turned out, she wasn’t the first and only Roach. And try as she might, the horse couldn’t stop worrying she wouldn't be the last...
Distraught and heartbroken, she leapt out and into the open world, devouring apples and carrots at full gallop. As was the case with all of his more complex relationships, the white-haired man understood his loss only when he saw the horse’s rump disappear into the distance. He couldn’t allow her – the only creature that understood him without words – to leave him forever.
He gave chase, starting an epic journey no bard has yet set forth in song...
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