Vice City: Review

One moment that I think I should recount: Justin and I struggled with one particular "job," which was to hunt down some guy at a country club and kill him in the game. We were able to locate the guy no problems, but each time we tried to "take care of him," something would happen: we’d get beaten by a group of Jewish golfers, we’d be unable to catch the guy before he left the golf course… you name it.

Well, after about 45 minutes of repeated attempts, I finally got to a point where I was chasing down our quarry, both of us driving golf carts like we’re in the Indy 500. I’m able to ram into his cart and, in doing so, both of us tumble into a nearby water hazard. Since there’s no button for "swim," both of us just sort of made these glub-glub sounds as we slowly drowned.

Luck of luck, the guy we were supposed to kill in the game drowned a split-second before our character did. Bells and whistles ensue, and the game lists our objective as "completed."

I looked over at Justin; he looked over at me. Without speaking, we did this sort of silent high-five.

This was somewhere around 4 AM.