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Does This Make Me a Thief As Well?

Dear GTA

I’ve been thinking… when you chose to morph me into this black leather jacketed unknown criminal who’s got beef with his ex, was it because you didn’t want me to become part of your world? Because, I can see why. You want to show me Liberty City, but you know that life on the street is tough.

On Head Radio, Conor & Jay sings:

“Forgive me, but I didn’t do anything wrong
So sue me, if you think I changed your happy life
Forget me, if you don’t think a friend is right
Your enemy, has always been your innocence”

 

I started out trying to play nice. I told myself that I wouldn’t do bad things, unless I had to. That changed quickly… I still yell out apologies when I drive badly, hit people, bump into other cars or even steal them – GASP! But I wanted to see how nice I could play, and you bluntly told me to the tune of the music – “Don’t even bother”.

“Nothing stays they pass you by
if you don’t change, if you don’t change”

 

 

So I faced the fact and started out trying to “earn” some cash. The very first money I earned on my own, was by theft, in a way… The thing was, I was walking happily down the road when I saw some violence further ahead.

Looked like someone beat up the gay builder from the Village People and then he got mugged …by me …don’t look at me like that GTA. It was too tempting, the money… it was right there, and I’m just some scrub, so I took it. I then figured that if I hung around this area, I could keep snatching wounded or dead(?) people’s money without having to do the hard crime myself – awesome right! So I earned a few dollars this way.

“So tell me, will you always be the same
or maybe, kick yourself and play the game
you ask me, what it is you’re doing wrong
you hesitate, standing there when you should run”

 

I quickly got bored, and the traffic became a mess as the paramedics arrived, so I left the scene. Walking around downtown I spotted this man running, he looked like me, except a bit more hood. I started following him and caught him pickpocketing some random guy. So I beat him up, I mean.. he deserved it right? Then I took his money.. and the money he had stolen … what do you think GTA, does this make me a thief as well?

This little mini game amused me well for a while, especially when the pickpocket-victim spun around and started hitting the thief too. They never picked up their own money after we in unison took the bad guy down, so I assumed it was my prize?

“Nothing stays they pass you by
if you don’t change, if you don’t change”

 

 

I later sought out another way to earn more money, which of course involved the advice you gave me, GTA:

I actually found an empty taxi during a mission, however it was at the outskirts of the city, and it would take a while to run there. So I took another step in your direction and just stole one. Of course, this took some learning – the indian taxi driver quickly pulled me out of the car and began teaching me a lesson, or well… he just started punching me. So I freaked out and ran, but he kept running after me. I then found another taxi, with another indian driver in it (the cousin?) and pulled him out too, but as I was too slow to get into the car, both drivers were now hitting away at me. I made it in and hit the pedal. You made me very stressed there GTA!

The next while I did a few taxi missions, picking up random people dropping them off at random locations. This was highly enjoyable, I could listen to Head Radio and relax. I’m not a very good driver though, and when I noticed that the taxi missions were under a time constraint, it wasn’t fun anymore, and I was back to hazardous driving – man I suck at that!

I even had customers fleeing my car before it and myself blew up. I take it you needed some more action, huh GTA? Oh well, you popped me back outside of the hospital, charged me a fee and I was off again.

“Cut your hair change your look
see the world write a book
close your eyes see the light
change your ways
every night”

After having fiddled around town for a while, earning petty coins, I decided to try on another real mission. You told me to get this guy’s car, take it to get a bomb installed, put it back and watch the explosion. The whole thing was to be done in like 5 mins. Unfortunately I scratched the car, of course, whereafter you told me to go and get it repaired. I did that, but time ran out.

I was miffed, I hated you at that point, what’s up with that stupid time limit? It makes me uncomfortable and stressed, I can’t enjoy the driving then. To proceed I had to do the mission again, you didn’t penalize me, instead you acted as if nothing had happened and I started the mission from scratch again – while pouting of course.

After this incident, I found it hard to come back and spend time with you. If this pattern of fail continues, our friendship will not last beyond the designated 3 weeks, no offense.

Your friend under pressure

– Ironyca Lee

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