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I've had a bit of free time to study the terrain of the "leak" and believe that it is so close to the real thing that i'm pretty much convinced it's real at this stage. Even if it was an early version of the final map, everything just sits right with the trailers and images we've had so far... This is my slightly more detailed look at the rock structures, and land formations.

That's cool. We can keep adding to it there is so much information there on that landscape shot. Also, i realised the leaked map has obvious square quadrant grid-lines, which were stretched out of perspective. So the map wasn't entirely accurate. I've straightened the image to make the grid square again, making the map 99% accurate, even if it's real or not.

Excuse my shit paint.net skills, just adding something else to that;

^Speaking of which, here they are:

Load into the lobby, go searching for the crew. Stopped to take a selfie. Somehow, I can sense the others are not far off. Lineup one Me and Weev by the valet parking. That's a Chino I completely forgot I had, and a saved outfit that is topless. Weev has a Jackals racing suit. Weev says Bye Have A Nice Time Here are too many shots of Jizzy in the circle The taunt Whipping out pink weapons Jizzy is defiant to the end Born to die Mansion lineup and shenanigans I was feeling the sun flares today Lurking in the garage R2 shows up to bookend my Hotknife with crew colour roof Jizzy, my crop-top glitched outfit #2, Fanman A badass shot of Old Man Kuz (DiO) A badass shot of Montana (bOnEs) Having fun in the tunnel (if you know what I mean) Kuz: "He's me, but from the future..." Fanboy sparking one up A ghostly look at the motel car lineup The now infamous Weev AFC lineup Oh yeah, and I went and bought it. Party at my yacht next crew night.

*Rockstar offices, 1pm sharp* Dan Houser is sitting at the head of a table, his mouth grimaced, a cigar clamped rigidly within his furled lips. He gets up and rifles through some papers agitatedly, his back to the full length window looking out over Broadway below giving him a silhouetted and menacing demeanour. Hunched over the table, smoke emanating periodically from his cigar in synchronicity as he exhales deeply through his nose, he shakes his head and drops the papers to the desk, then looks scornfully at the executives assembled before him. Several bow their heads in either a gesture of reverance or shame, Houser looks towards the man sitting closest to him on his left, wincing and barely stopping himself from biting through the cigar. The man, paralysed with fear, is unable to avert his gaze from Houser, his sheepish, pleading eyes peering up at him from behind his thick rimmed glasses. Houser turns his attention to the group. "So, who's responsible for this... this fuck up? Who is gonna be held accountable for these lost millions?" A man in a dull grey suit covering a damp, sweaty shirt nervously raises his hand. "Sir, we had no idea such a thing was going to happen, there was no indication of any imminent danger. All the trends showed we were going to have free reign over this market." Houser looks at him intently, saying nothing. "This, this game... if you can even call it that came out of the blue, we were completely unprepared for it...we had no..." Houser raises his hand. "Ok, i've heard enough... you call yourselves executives? How could you let this unknown company crawl out of the woodwork and produce something so dangerous? You fucked up bad with Far Cry 5, and now this? What the fuck am I paying you for? You're meant to predict this, prevent this, but no... you fucks... you couldn't predict Online would be so successful, I should've seen that as a warning sign." Houser turns to the window, fully silhouetted now. "And now, now there's only one thing left to do..." *Red Dead 2 release day* "Log in to RDOnline over the next week and claim your $300,000 in gold bullion, plus a limited edition pink ten gallon hat with ostritch feather sticking from it."