Hello, fellow freaks fresh from the far off foreign lands. This is Karak from AngryCentaurGaming and today I’m stoked in a little bit tired but I did it all to bring you the review of Grand Theft Auto V or GTA V. This is either going to be One Night In Bangkok, the song or One Night In Bangkok, the sad autobiography of a vacation gone wrong. Let’s do this.
Now we all know that Take-Two fought an uphill battle to get GTA 5 made. The game has been known to be lackluster, not that financially successful, if, of course, you compare them to Canada which I’m not going to do because that would be unfair to Canadians and the moose.
But seriously folks, we all know the game is coming out which is why its arrival is a bit like a kick from Cro Cop. You expected, then suddenly it’s there and you’re like holy shit! And also now you’re pregnant with twins due to transfer of sheer awesomeness, often imitated but never quite eclipsed. This is GTA (Grand Theft Auto) number five. So let me adjudicate my memories of their pollinated spermatozoa.
GTA tells a tale of three men in the same spot in life. One wants to escape it; one wants to embrace it, and one is just sort of batshit crazy like the idea at one time of making a car made up of silly putty and dead birds didn’t work. So let’s see if the game’s story fares better.
First up is graphics. Like the dead horse you tried to hide under your bed for a week, the graphics of Grand Theft Auto, GTA are the first thing that’s going to be noticed when someone visits. Firstly, the game was apparently written by great white sharks, confederate spies and Patrick Stewart, because that is the only team I feel could be responsible for squeezing the 360 so hard it shits almost pure awesomeness throughout.