{"id":383,"date":"2003-09-16T15:18:00","date_gmt":"2003-09-16T15:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/2003\/09\/vice-is-nice\/"},"modified":"2003-09-16T15:18:00","modified_gmt":"2003-09-16T15:18:00","slug":"vice-is-nice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/2003\/09\/vice-is-nice\/","title":{"rendered":"Vice is Nice."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The major part of last week, I played Grand Theft Auto:Vice City.<\/p>\n<p>Correction: The major part of last week, I played the <i>same<\/i> freakin&#8217; mission in Grand Theft Auto: Vice City. That is because I could not <i>complete<\/i> that freakin&#8217; mission, though I must have played it something like seventy-two times.<\/p>\n<p>Did somebody say &#8220;lousy gamer&#8221;?<\/p>\n<p>I am. I <i>definitely<\/i> am.<\/p>\n<p>The mission in question in something called <i>Death Row<\/i>. Tommy Vercetti ( that&#8217;s me) goes and meets an obnoxious Brit-clubber named Kent Paul at the Malibu club in Vice City, and learns that his partner Lance is being tortured by the Haitians in Little Havana ( that&#8217;s on the other end of a bridge). So what I have to do &#8211; go and resuce Lance before he croaks. That means &#8211; I need to drive fast, all the way to the Little Havana junkyard. The goons ( and there are lots of them) open fire at my car. I need to ram the car that&#8217;s blocking the gate of the junkyard, get out of the car ( which, in all likelihood, will start burning. Being fired at <i>and<\/i> hitting another car at full speed is not good for it&#8217;s constitution)  and run like hell. (Time&#8217;s ticking away for dear Lance) Millions of other Haitian goons open fire with automatic guns, you know, the kind that go rat-a-tat, and very accurate they are, too. <\/p>\n<p>There have been times when I actually manage to get inside the shed where Lance is kept and free him. Now I have to take him out of the junkyard and into a hospital. But there are still more goons firing at me from outside. And sooner or later, either me or Lance eat too much lead, and well, Hasta la Vista, bay-bee. Reload game.<\/p>\n<p>Stuck!<\/p>\n<p>I think it&#8217;s because the game is so <i>insanely<\/i> addictive that I have carried out the above procedure &#8211; load, drive, fire, get fired at, die, reload &#8211; so many times. And I refuse to cheat. <\/p>\n<p>Friday evening, I realised that enough was enough. There were just too many things to do than waste my time failing the same mission over and over. ( Well, I been saying this to myself over the week. I would ditch the game for sometime, and try to read some novel, then say &#8220;What the heck, i&#8217;ll do it this time.&#8221; and start playing again. But on Friday it got serious) So I took out the Philip K Dick and finished it. Then I got <i>The Princess Diaries<\/i> and finished that too. Then I realised I had the second book of the Princess diaries with me, so that, too went the same way. Also squeezed in shows of <i>LOXG<\/i> and <i>Bad Boys 2<\/i> over the weekend.<br \/>\n ( Mental note: No, beatzo. Don&#8217;t. No movie reviews. Enough. )<\/p>\n<p>Then yesterday, this itch came on again. For a time I kept it in control, by playing <i>Soldier of Fortune 2<\/i>. It got too much, though, and very soon, I was on through the same pattern &#8211; load, drive, kill, yadda yadda yadda&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I suck.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The major part of last week, I played Grand Theft Auto:Vice City. Correction: The major part of last week, I played the same freakin&#8217; mission in Grand Theft Auto: Vice City. That is because I could not complete that freakin&#8217; mission, though I must have played it something like seventy-two times. Did somebody say &#8220;lousy [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-383","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/383","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=383"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/383\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=383"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=383"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=383"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}