I’m not so good at games. I am comparing myself to my teenaged son, so I may be being a bit hard on myself. The way I measure how good a game is is how many times I’m willing to try to get passed a certain point before I give up.
I’m seeing that a little practice (OK, sometimes a lot of practice) I can see how I can beat the scenario. Like with the golf guy. Once I figured out that he is trying to escape the golf club-- I, instead of killing myself over and over again driving those infernal golf carts, just waited for his brightly colored ass at the exit. I’m still feeling guilty over all those innocent, gray-haired old folks who felt the sting of my chainsaw. But hey, they live in Vice City-- they should know to run when the see a someone chasing someone else with a chainsaw.
You know I actually enjoy 3 over VC, because there are better spots for me to get my weapons, plant myself down, and blow up everything in sight well out of range of the cops’ bullets.
