The senior trip to Florida was great; nothing could beat the fun in the sun that I shared with 300 of my closest friends. So in a futile effort to recreate the sun-baked and unrestrained atmosphere allowed by no parents and a dozen chaperones, I bravely ventured into my 15-year-old brother’s basement lair to test out one of the most hyped video games in recent years.
My struggle to turn on the PlayStation 2 took a good three minutes, but hey, I never claimed to be an expert. Why is the power switch on the back, anyway? Wouldn’t it make more sense if it was, you know, visible? But I digress. I navigated through the menu, I selected Grand Theft Auto: Vice City, and suddenly, I was in business! The screen began to throb with gaudiness as characters glared menacingly at me from the screen. A hodgepodge of cartoon men seemed to represent a multitude of races and sexes, with only badly drawn hook noses in common. The intoxicating rush of the eighties was upon me!
Highlights of the game for this casual gamer include the usual highly publicized shockers of Vice City. I enjoyed punching out hookers, running over pedestrians in my stolen cars, and, of course, getting chased by cops. I made a casual attempt to partake in an actual mission, but exploring the city freely is much more fun. Even a novice like me found killing people easy, and oh, what a stress reliever!
All in all, Vice City is a fun game. Did it give me pure unadulterated freedom in a Florida-esque setting? Yes, rendering it worth my while. I had fun, and any other casual gamer would as well.