I normally hate those T-shirts with iconic collections of folk on them. You know the sort… ‘John, Paul, George & Ringo’. ‘Ross, Rachel, Monica, Joey, Chandler & Phoebe’. ‘Frank, Pat, Bianca & RIIICKY’. Alright, ‘iconic’ might be a bit of a stretch with that last one. The point is, thanks to my continuing, sevenyear-long obsession with GTA V, I’m seriously considering having a ‘Michael, Trevor, Franklin & Meiks’ tee made up.
Almost a decade on, I’m still utterly besotted with Grand Theft Auto V. Rockstar’s open-world masterpiece recently hit Xbox Game Pass, and seeing as I’ve previously only ever played the Los Santos epic on PC and a certain rival console – naughty, I know – that’s all the excuse I need to dive back into what may well be my favourite videogame of all time.
GTA V’s story missions are still the best in the biz. Not a single sandbox competitor can match the drum-tight pacing, inventiveness or murdery spectacle the Blaine County adventure produces again and again over its 69 missions. But the real X factor separating GTA V from the rest of the open-world pack? Its trio of criminal chums, that’s what.
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