I haven't played GTA since the xo sessions where we all stood around in our LV underpants slamming digital shots of digital whiskey and singing along to "Cats in the Cradle" in voice chat

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5063283&forum_id=2#44182606)

But we'll get together then

You know we'll have a good time then

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5063283&forum_id=2#44182617)

I would rec turning off damage numbers in the options, too. Wrecks the immersion in what is fundamentally a story game.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5063283&forum_id=2#44182626)

https://store.steampowered.com/app/1853200/TYRONE_vs_COPS/

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5063283&forum_id=2#44182702)

Thanks,

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5063283&forum_id=2#44200228)

Did you play it? Do you want to have a serious discussion about it? Lex and I had a somewhat detailed talk about it and its issues recently

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5063283&forum_id=2#44200241)

In Cyberpunk 1977, you play as a thoroughly masculine literary force ensconced in a high tower office overlooking the University of Chicago quadrangle. The game begins in media res with you in the midst of a full-fledged invective back-and-forth letter writing campaign with your nemesis and muse, John Cheever. You spend most of the daylight hours in the game haphazardly teaching undergraduates basic literary principles and feigning appreciation for Tess of the D'Urbervilles. In the evenings, your focus shifts to smoking copious quantities of cigarettes and trading time on a typewriter where you're composing your latest tour de force and your writing desk where you either review the latest missive from Cheever or else prepare your own responsive correspondence to the last letter you received from him.

You go about doing this for several years--the game tracks chronological time on a second by second basis--and as you continue to play you begin to observe alterations to your physical appearance during your morning shaving ritual, which at first you toss off as simply the consequence of late nights in worshipful hateful correspondence with John Cheever but eventually you're forced to admit are the piling stone weight of year on year of life on this planet as you move toward your ultimate grave.

It was a great game and I rate it a 7 out of 10.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5063283&forum_id=2#44200307)

"The game begins in media res with you in the midst of a full-fledged invective back-and-forth letter writing campaign with your nemesis and muse, John Cheever."

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5063283&forum_id=2#44200330)