The first time I played Grand Theft Auto III, the violence took me back. I never considered myself ultra sensitive to violence, but the amount of it in the game was overwhelming ... at first. I soon got used to it. Very used to it. I found myself having sex with prostitutes and then killing them and taking their money. I'd drive my car onto crowded sidewalks just to hear the people scream.
Luckily, the lifestyle of Grand Theft Auto never made its way into my personal life. I remained a well-adjusted individual upholding the laws with a solid moral compass. But there was always a part of me that wanted to be IN the game. Today, I got my chance.



