The first thing that I did when I received my Australian preorder of Grand Theft Auto IV on the 28th of April (Cheapgames Australia were shipping them early) was complete the stunning beginning and then take in the almost photo realistic, detailed environment which I still haven't fully explored. I slowly walked around, my jaw dropping at how much this small part of this big area was alive. I mean, rubbish and leaves slowly swam through the air as the bright sun danced off windows and cars. City noises echoed through the vehicle filled streets and from above as trains raced overhead. Pedestrians waltzed around, reading newspapers, smoking, chatting on mobiles, beginning conversations with others, holding shopping bags, carrying a beer, holding food and drink which had been purchased from a nearby hot dog stand across the busy street. It's absolutely beautiful how real everything is. A fully dressed man was cleaning a window, another fixing his car, one sweeping the footpath, two women leant against a telephone box as they spoke into the phones while an elderly couple jogged past. Cars, vans, motorbikes and trucks past by, each being trailed by music from the many radio stations being played within them. Then out of the blue a black car near Comrades bar hit the back bumper in a sparky wave. The owner of the back dented car got out and swore at the scratched taxi and its driver. The taxi man opened his door and after a loud, swear filled argument a punch was thrown, then another. Pedestrians saw the struggle all with their own emotions towards it and some joined in. Soon, a scruffy hobbo wearing a sign pulled out a pistol and down went an old women with a splatter of blood over the wall. I heard sirens nearing and a cop car swerved around the corner and crashed into a bin sending litter flying over everything and the windscreen shattered onto the driver. A fat cop emerged from the car and chased the hobbo as another cop arrested fighters on the street. Another police car arrived hitting a fire hydrant, water wet my screen but trickled off soon. When the affair was over, arrested people taken away in the cop cars, I walked another step and realised, that wasnt me. It was just another day in Liberty City. I glued my jaw shut and keeping one hand on the controller it became grey and gritty and soon it began to rain. Many got out umbrellas, others covered there heads with newspapers or suitcases or ran for the nearest shelter. I simply hailed a taxi and entered it as the song from trailer 3 was playing on the radio. I asked the taxi driver to drive to the waypoint near the depot to pick up Roman and take him to a strip club (I had arranged it earlier on the unique mobile system) and sat back watching the magnificent ride from within the taxi (it felt similar to the one in Call of Duty 4). The traffic was horrible, horns were being pushed, yells of anger and frustration shot down the road, lightning and thunder vibrated the Xbox 360 constroller, so I told my bearded driver to step on it. He skidded around the corner, I watched as pedestrians jumped out of the way (with a great euphoria engine) and how people in other vehicles reacted to the maniac driver. He collided with a letterbox, mail flew up and a nearby bystander yelled OH MY GOD, since we had run over a young street punk (blood was splattered over the front of the car). I could the describe more (this is probabely one thousandth of the amount of detail) but I just don't have the time.
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