April 30, 2008
GTA IV Murder/Drinking Simulator.
The more adamant detractors of the video games as art argument may be interested to know that aside from being a murder simulator, the most recent installment of the Grand Theft Auto franchise is a simulator of many other things. It might just as easily be called a “Give all your spare change to the homeless simulator,” or a, “Count of Monte Cristo style epic revenge plot simulator,” or a, “Murder an ambulance chasing lawyer who says video games are murder simulators simulator,” All of these would be apt descriptions of the game play contained therein. But the very best facet of this game is its ability to simulate what its like to drive drunk. It is uncanny, and I refuse to believe simply that the designers just happened upon such an accurate rendition. The screen wobbles in a predictable fashion but when added to the car’s tendency to drift side to side when the player is inebriated, it stacks up to be a pretty close resemblance to the real thing. Or at least a pretty close resemblance to what it is like to play GTA 3 while drunk. I’ve done both, and can’t really say which activity it feels most similar to. At any rate, its great because it has all the fun of drunk driving, but none of the rehab or jail time. Seriously Jack Thompson, what was your problem with this game again? It’s awesome!
April 29, 2008
Liveblogging GTA IV, etc.
First a quick thing about liveblogging. That’s a thing right? I think so, but there is a very real possibility that I just made it up, and that I mistakenly believe it is a thing that others are already familiar with. I’m going to assume that this is not the case.
So a quick report then, on GTA IV:
2hrs 53min played.
7.35% Game Complete
Thoughts: “Meh.” Perhaps a little closer to “Um…”. I am sure that I am alone in this assessment, if the glittering parade of perfect 10 reviews are any indication of things. Also, Jack Thompson was right about this game. It is a godless abomination and it has intensified my kill crazy blood lust by no less than a factor of five. Maybe six, its still too early to tell, but I definitely feel I’m ready for big boy murder now, you know, irl, as they say.
That is all for now.
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