After swearing I wouldn't, after saying I would wait until it fell from the top dollar heavens to the bargain basement price point, I was swayed by David to throw caution and fiscal/temporal responsibility to the wind. He was mad enough to buy this time singularity at midnight, staying up late--on a school night!--to take his first initial dip.
So how could I not follow suit? I've been wandering in David's wake for nearly twenty five years. So after striking a bargain with Vulcan Ninja, I picked up my copy of Grand Theft Auto IV.
Excitement first as I went to the store. A bit of pissed offed-ness as the store employee asked me if I was buying it for someone under 16. "Do I look like I am, fucker?" I wanted to ask, but wisely realized I should keep that aspect of my GTA persona in-game.
Home. Do house chores, excited again about the anti-social behaviour to come. Finally, after pouring a coffee, I slid the disc into the Magic White Machine of Dreams. And then sat through one of the most cinematic openings I've ever seen.
As the game started (oooh! The driving's better!), the worries began. What upcoming mission will give me ulcers, will make me feel that I'm a failure, I've always been a failure, and it took GTA to finally show it to the world? How long before I feel hopelessly lost? How long before I simply drive around, listening to the radio. (Ah, Vice City. )
How long before I call David to ask for help?
Only time-- and imminent sleep deprivation-- will tell.
8 comments:
I am glad you are happy so far. I think this game will take me years, as I am spending too much time on dates and on watching tv.
I did love how the game designers eschewed the normal start-up menus and just started the damn game.
Thank VN for me for letting you play. Lucky you only has chores. I have to wait for the Tiny E to get to sleep.
Wait a tic, I should be playing and not reading blogs about the game.
See? I always waste too much time. Into the game world I go. Weeee............
Oh, the TV. That was a surprise.
I was arrested within two minutes of walking down the street. I bumped some guy's shoulder, he asked me what my fucking problem was, took a swing, I took a swing, then the cops arrived.
Bliss.
Haven't had a date yet. I keep putting Michelle off, but maybe tonight, the lucky girl...
My brother tells me that the driving model is shit. In the pursuit of familial happiness I agree, but I think it is fine.
My first car chase reminded me of The French Connection.
*sigh* With only a PC, a PS/2, and a Wii in my gaming arsenal, I am standing in the rain - outside looking in. Maybe I'll just have to re-install Vice City and pretend it's, you know, fun.
I heard them talking about this specific game on the local open-line radio shows this morning.
Even tho it just came out like yesterday, our police chief Murray blames it for a kinda-recent swarming perpetrated by a bunch of little girls. Some of the perps had even swarmed before at an infamous female swarming at Highbury and Cheapside a couple months ago.
I don't know, Kid. If not for the fact that you ARE over 18, I DO worry about your sanity being programmed for violence when it comes to this kind of stuff.
I'm sorry. I heard it on the radio so it has to be true. And if Andy Noodleman is worried about it, then I am too.
Can't these gaming people come up with something better to simulate?
Like, how 'bout a video game where people drive to work while talking on their cell phones? Now, THAT'S fun!
Ditch the video games and get yourself a good old fashioned pocket pussy.
Sonny--Was that you today on the radio promoting Abbot and Costello Meet The Zombie? C'mon, it was. I know it.
David--I think the driving is fine as well. Much, much better than before.
CL--But you've played Bioshock. You rock. David and I are on a fast road to hell. This just speeds the journey a bit.
Jack--That Butch has more identities than Sherlock Holmes.
Butch? As in bull-dyke Butch?
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