Ohai guyz!
I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting the same kind of vibe from this thread that I got back from the epic
Elder Scrolls: Skyrim thread that ruled the roost for a few weeks a few years ago. What I remember most about that thread isn't how absolutely frigging fantastic that game truly was, but how much
more positively fantastic the gameplay experience was after managing to share it all at once alongside many of you crazy bastards...
Now that we've taken the necessary trip down memory lane and we're all feeling all warm, fuzzy and slightly like a bunch of hyper-emotional old women, though, let's instead switch the focus of this discussion to more prudent topics... a la crystal meth, sticky grenades and the cutthroat, viscerally brutal world of insider fast food trading, shall we?
In lieu of potentially posting spoilers from the main storyline -- because I guess I'm just super kind and awesome like that -- I will say that I've just recently finished the portion of said storyline that many of you may have briefly read about in the many glowing, jizzing-in-pants-in-written-form GTAV reviews currently floating around the Interwebs. That's right, it's the part that -- according to some -- makes the much-maligned
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 "No Russian" level look like a walk through the park with Team Umizoomi gang in tow (twas umerrific, I tell ya!).
Again, I don't want to delve
too much into the specifics of the scene for fear of spoiling absolutely any of it for you all -- my long, lost bretheren -- however, I will say that one portion of the scene in particular did,
indeed -- at least for me -- take things above and beyond the call of, "Uh, yeah, a boundary was just crossed here. By about a half mile."
Now, this isn't to say I have any problems or negative reactions associated with it -- I mean, this is
Grand Theft Auto we're talking about. Being surprised to see such a thing in the game is essentially akin to being surprised whenever Danny Amendola is placed on the 2-6 week injury report because the wind blew the wrong way. It's just what they
do!
Anyway, as always, I've managed to take but one of several points I originally wanted to make and somehow morphed it into a neverending opus of gobbledyguke. So in the hopes of this not running on for several dozen paragraphs too long, I'm simply going to turn to a good old friend of mine -- the bulleted list summary -- in order to properly express my burning thoughts and opinions on the game. Not that most people who read this will even care and/or
attempt to read a fraction of this entire post, but hey... a girl can pretend, no?
- Blowing up airplanes for the primary reason(s) (at least for me) of doing some insider-trading-focused, guerilla-esque savagery, is a LOT more difficult than I'd had originally imagined. I went from spraying said planes with a steady stream of Carbine rifle bullets, to pelting it with some good old frag grenades from a launcher, to sticking it with some twenty-odd sticky grenades, to finally going full weirdo and maniacally crashing a smaller, less-impressive-but-much-easier-to-steal-before-the-concrete-airplane-block-police-arrived airplane into it. That last one finally worked, but considering I was killed and/or captured approximately 27 times and only managed to make like... a 1.6% profit on all of my shenanigans and, well... whatever, it was pretty fun. I'll give it that... but I got's to gets paid, yo! Nah mean?
- From a pure fictionary/dramatical standpoint, I'm much more inclined towards Trevor's character -- first and foremost -- followed closely by Franklin and then Michael heading up the caboose in last place. This is probably due to the fact that Michael's main narratiive of being a somewhat emasculated family man still attempting to grip desperately to some kind of fantastical notion of being a badass once upon a time. Obviously I wasn't an actual badass once upon a time, but I have a pretty good imagination and a subconscience that I steadfastly refuse to believe would ever lie to me. Moral of this bulleted story is, I think we can all relate to each of the three characters (and many of the supporting cast, no doubt) on a variety of different levels. And by golly, if Rockstar isn't absolutely, positively frigging FANTASTIC at bridging that invisible fourth wall of sorts that literally only exists through our feelings and emotions as we play through these games. I may be getting entirely too deep here on this one, and if that's the case, I apologize. (Oh, and I will, of course, be blaming the liquor... per the usual.
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- The driving in this game - at least as compared to the last few games -- really feels... I don't know, I think the best way to put it is that it's much more "weighted." Various cars have rightfully different feels to them, and I think a strong part of that has to do wiith the sense of graviity and weight behind every single possible thing you can commandeer up in this virtual piece.
- The airplanes. Oh the frigging AIRPLANES! I really liked the airplanes. Like a lot. Just the sense that you're actually flying and in some way experiencing the ups and roller-coaster-like-downs as you glide along on the wind's currants... I may very well have experienced some minor jizzing of the pants throughout that first cargo flight early on in the game. (Even if I did have to re-fly the entire mission like 14 times because I kept lethally botching the landing in some morbidly amusing (yet still kind of horrifying) way. Oh hey, did I tell you I really liked flying the airplanes in this game? They're so very lovely!
- I'm kind of obssessed with the stock market, despite my initial suckitude in mostly all of my ideas and attempts to get rich quick through that whole avenue. Although it was fun while it lasted, I've definitely given up on the make-money-through-unleashing-Mr.-Mayhem-on-all-other-competing-stocks-than-your-own strategy. I may very well have been doing it completely wrong... but it almost always seemed to end with me driving around aimlessly for far too long before finally giving up because... oh snap, hey! A red button!
- My 5-year old daughter has come out (after her bedtime) the past two nights to discover me playing this game. Thankfully in both instances, I was ever the superheroically awesome father, able to quickly and deftly throw the on-screen changeup by booking it to the nearest clothing store. You know, so she could help me deck out my current-character-du-jour in some new threads before finally heading back to bed. It only just dawned on me, though, that she must think that I'm playing some kind of elaborate, graphically breathtaking, clothes-wearing-simulator kind of game. Which actually sounds like a pretty good idea if you marketed towards the right demogr-- actually yeah, nevermind...
- This only touches on most of what I'd wanted to share here with you fine folk (and folkettes!). Unfortunately I've managed to forget about 80% of it all, though I'm sure it will all come flooding back at some inopportune time when I can't use any of the information -- like when I'm at the dentist or at the grocery store (no doubt buying some $1-each Richie's Italian Ices, which are straight frigging DELICIOUS! Just get the watermelon and lemon flavors then feel free to PM me a super-enthusiastic thank you later on).
- The ONE thing I do remember finding at fault with this game -- and it's not really a "fault" per se -- is that you can't transfer money in-between the bank accounts of the three characters. Even if it were limited to only AFTER they've all formally teamed up and been (re)introduced to one another... It's just sometimes a bit much trying to micro-manage three different people with such a ridiculously vast and detailed world of customizable shizzle to buy, try out and upgrade all over the damn place, isn't it? But alas, that's a nitpick if I've ever heard one.
But yeah, I'm going to stop typing now. Hopefully my inane, oft-incoherent ramblings weren't too hard to understand and/or take the 47 required minutes to actually read through. I do hope everyone's been well and all that good stuff. Many good tidings of good cheer to you and yours, hope you've been eating your veggies and been having nice, regular bowel movements, etc. etc. imo.
TL;DR: Oh, I don't even know. Flying planes in this game is the shizniz, alright?