Grand Theft Auto IV Helpline
If you or someone you know suffers from the following please let me know:
Do you find yourself weaving in an out of traffic - or worse - doing so while on foot?
When you order Starbucks in the morning, do you tell them your name is Nico Bellic?
Have you started speaking in a strange Russian accent?
Do you get excited when you see flashing red lights?
If you answered yes to the above questions then you probably have lost yourself (or in my case, my boyfriend) to Grand Theft Auto IV. Last night I had a dream that my boyfriend and his roommate Roman (not from the game) hijacked a cop car, shot down a helicopter with a stolen bazooka tube, and worst of all, they did all of this wearing velour sweatsuits.
Admittedly, I am completely disconnected from the gaming world. I caught on incredibly late to the Rock Band wonderment, but GTA4 (which I call Auto Trader 3 because I just can’t remember what it’s really called), takes the cake. I’m absolutely enthralled by the pseudo-world that I as a gawker enter into just by taking a peek.
It makes me want to steal a car.
I want to be a hyper-masculine thief, ride motorcycles, and blow through traffic signals.
But I won’t tell them that.
I couldn’t possibly admit how jealous I am that they get to shoot at cops, throw grenades, and play in tandem. (There is nothing cuter studlier than watching them protect eachother.) So I just sit here and roll my eyes, pretending that I’d much rather be reading my WWD.
I sit about 10 feet behind them while they play. Tonight, while peeking, I caught myself shutting one eye, as if to look through a rifle scope.
“Next time we should barricade further up and both get sniper rifles,” Ben uttered. How cool is that! I want to say that.
AND Dru Hill is playing! Jesus this game is the sh*t.
