The video game equivalent of Child’s Play is back with yet another sequel, taking the number in the GTA franchise to such an amount that it now rivals the amount of times Kerry Katona has relapsed on ket ‘n’ chips.
It’s gone to the ’80s, ’60s London and even the present day (which is a rarity in video games), so the public were looking forward to something fantastic with what is going to be one of 2012’s biggest gaming releases (unless there is a Stacey Solomon Teaches Elocution obviously).
Luckily for Rockstar North there probably won’t be any rioting because GTA 5 as it is being known, is set to blow the hubcaps off the franchise, stop by a Dixie Chicken before continuing to pummel prostitutes into oblivion. And sell in its thousands. And yes, the trailer is over the jump for you to watch.
We’re returning to Los Santos, which is the Rockstar version of Los Angeles, so we’re hopeful of seeing Lindsay Lohan smacked off her tits in a morgue while Kim Kardashian stars in the next series of ‘The Batchelorette’.
Oh, and there’s helicopters, jets, fast cars and even a jet ski.
Not much is shown about the story, apart from the protagonist being a family man, who moved to Los Santos to see his kid grow up. Seems a little like the character bio for a new Mitchell in Eastenders, but we’ll forgive that for now because there’s jet skis in the trailer.
Some nicer graphics would’ve been nice, but y’know, you can’t demand the world from a stupid video game can you? Nice to see the Small Faces appearing as soundtrack in the trailer too.
Still, looks like fun though.
Jet skis.
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Arthur ASCii says
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Cookie Monster says
You have the memory of an elephant, sir. Thank goodness you put it to the best possible use.
Where the hell are the keys to my cookie cabinet? For crying out loud…