The Death-match was over, and like former war veterans returning to battle ground to reminisce at bygone trauma sustained, we each surveyed the collateral damage that had severely depleted our respective arsenals. Grenades had been consumed barely half way into the encounter due to the fragmented, spacial concealment, omitted to prevent regularly occurring fatalities with grenades providing sustained durability against the restrictive proclamation of combatants. My primary assault rifle had exhausted a quarter of its originating ammunition too, with my pump-action shotgun faring just as empathetically. Preliminary numeracy calculated that fiscal allocation required to amend the deficit would be around $3,000. Not bad considering the advantageous result permitted such a lavish reimbursement of around $15,000. I may have to purchase that shirt I wanted? But retaining your acquired fortune represents temporary, but aggressive, invasive rectification from the losing side. Preliminary surveillance of the sometimes reclusive district, in this instance localised around a swamp with no immediate cover or accessible vehicles to enact an instinctive abdication from imminent danger. A partial glance at my spawning, potential antagonists and cursory assessment of my environment proved fortuitous as the nominal players (2) localised in close proximity to me were largely too distant to cause immediate concern. Mitigating the immediacy of your death is crucial, though largely fallible as the action of pacifying your opponents in menu select–unless instigated before a confrontation–can’t be immediately activated post game. So your temporarily left exposed to the dictating subsidiaries separated from a larger crew that could invariably leave you in a death paradox–constantly spawning and being killed before you can even select an appropriate weapon to retaliate. So I ran!
The nearest available refuge lies imminently adjacent from me, a highway bridge partially obscured by some benign foliage that is little more than aesthetic nuisance rather than encumbering obstacle. As I begin to run, evasively weaving sporadically from left to right, rolling and jumping meekly to confuse any potential perusers, I’m duly focused on the securing prolonged sanctity and thus absent in the trajectory of another recluse cautiously seeking the same facilitation. It isn’t until I arrive at our mutual destination that we clarify each others intentions the only way you can in GTA; pointing guns at each other. It may seem derisive to insinuate that gamers intent is not always one of amicable courtesy and that indulging in games that permit discerning duplicitous individuals is hardly an affable commodity. But for me trust is an indelible fortitude. I coordinate with robust cynicism, sceptical of any affiliation that isn’t mutually beneficial and mistrustful of the humility of others. You become dejected by the recurring redolence of competitors goading barbs and the displaced loyalties, particularly the individuals that seldom deigned to occupy similar precise acumen, but instead rifle you as you ponderously walk away to other engagements, and then chastised you for your inferiority as they accelerate away in their modified Bugatti (Or Adder in GTA)! So I have every right to affirm the intentions of my dubious contemporaries. After considerable time, our respecting artillery were lowered and gestures of mutual civility were exchanged after any threats had been suitably neutralised and tranquillity amended. With limited access to any adequate vehicles other than a commandeered van with the approximate acceleration of congested snot, and my car–currently frequenting an insurance company (don’t ask), my new affiliation kindly offered to escort me away from the desolation of the current habitation, to which I anxiously complied.
Things began promisingly enough. He appeared amiable enough, complicit in my navigations to retrieve my personal vehicle, humble in regarding his superior level by suggesting hours of diligence were required rather than owing his numerical ascension to skill. We discussed appropriate procedures that would be requisite to succeed in our preferred objectives, beguiled one another with mutual tales of gallantry and our valiant reprisals. Discussions continued through competitive matches, collaborating tactics in unison by correlating the salient cogency before actions were regimental clarified and applied. Conversions were both earnest and sometimes reticent, implemented with concerted parity and tending to our respective duties with amiable diligence. But there was something amiss? That his exuberant traits that excused his subverted eccentricity, that suggested infamy.Perhaps it was the sloping brow, the disconcerting features, the implicit continuation of cheesy radio stations or his willingness to publicly display his body with only his Trevor style underpants to conceal his delicate’s. Or perhaps it was during an intermission from our mission, we decided to gallivant on the beach close to the pier. Arriving in our respective vehicles we began to distribute mediated anarchy, you know minor misdemeanour’s such as driving erratically, shooting the ocean (take that water!). We frolicked and laughed, skipping merrily across the expansive beach, before the partial nudist chased down a terrified civilian, hit her with such force that she died, stooped over her lifeless body and making lurid, necrophiliac gestures. Then subsequently shoots ME, stealing MY car, briefly absconding with MY car before mowing me down and plunging MY car into the crests of the oceans embrace and fleeing to another game.
Yeah, come to think of it, that could why I shouldn’t have trusted him.
Have you wrongly trusted someone you shouldn’t have Online? Let me hear your experiences. Cheers.