You’re an illegal immigrant from an East European country who’s recently set foot in America. You’re poor and you definitely don’t have the money to buy a car. You see a shiny sports car on the road. You want it. You need it.
You slowly make your way to the car and with a press of a button yank its driver outside. He resists. You punch his lights out leaving him on the road, battered and bruised. You’re about to sit in your car but something doesn’t feel right. Oh that’s right. He’s crawling away from you. It looks like he’s calling for help. You hate leaving unfinished business. You proceed to kick him a few times till he’s motionless and bloody in the middle of the road. You then make your way to your newly acquired sports car.
You’re cruising down the road at breakneck speed. You see pedestrians crossing but you just don’t care. Your phone rings. You get distracted for a minute. BAM! You hear a crunching thump. You look up and see a pedestrian flying through the air, his blood splattered all over your hood. You carry on like nothing’s happened. You don’t like the music. You change the radio station.
For many of you this is your typical day in Liberty City or any other free roaming game. For your mother this could be horrific. In a way I don’t blame her because today’s media has desensitized us all to violence. Movies, TV shows and more importantly video games have continued to pummel us with over the top violence to the point that we not only enjoy it but crave it. I mean how many of you would have enjoyed God of War III if not for the all the gratuitous head ripping, eye gouging etc.
While I, like any other testosterone fueled male enjoy violence in my games, I know where to draw the line in real life. No matter how much I loathe the traffic in the city I know I can’t afford to run people over just because they’re in my way. I know in the real life there are consequences. There’s no get out of jail free card over here.