May 10, 2008 11:19
So last night, I decided to check out GTA. I figure, it looks like fun, I had a decent amount of fun playing Vice City, so might as well. That, and I really want to play online with all my friends from work. Well, apparently I can't play it for two reasons.
1. So my TV decided the right time to die would be last night. Its been acting weird for a few weeks, which I first thought was the system selector but soon found out it was the video input. I would get sound but no video and the only way to fix it was by turning on and off the TV till it came back up. This wasn't a big deal until last night- where it would turn off the video like, once ever 2 minutes. Then it wouldn't come back on! To make sure it wasn't the input I turned it to the cable station, and sure enough they didn't work either. So, my TV is dead. Obviously can't play my 360 without a TV.
The kicker is 2. Last night I had one of the worst nightmares I've had in awhile, and its all thanks to our friend GTA. Oddly enough I can play all kinds of screwed up games, watch all kinds of movies, yet less than an hour playing GTA screws me up. I had a dream that it was a real-world GTA kind of situation, like I was playing the character but I could also control myself. I found this crazy bug in the game and wanted to show my friends, and spent most of the time trying to recreate it. Also, for some reason I was taking a pottery class. (the only reason I can think this would be in there because I played Bully not too long ago and you have to have classes in those too) Well, then I was trying to find a nice car to get, and I see one on this side street and run to it. While I'm running to it, I see this awful fat man beating up this old man for his money, and then I realize that there are kids there too. So I run over and start beating up the fat mugger, with the 3 small children crying. I tell them to go hide, and spend most of the time trying to hide them, while the old man is lying there close to dead. Some big moral thing plays out, the fat guy steps on some dying rat, and then the cops came. As he was getting taken away, he screamed at me "Every time you mug some guy, run some guy over on the street, remember his family! Remember his parents, spouse, kids! You are no different than me!" O_O It was rather disturbing. I woke up and I was sweating and breathing so heavily, I'm sure I woke the neighbors.
So apparently, I'm a wuss and can't handle GTA. Damn.