[ALL] Grand Theft Auto V

[Swarley]

 

[dope]

[url]http://socialclub.rockstargames.com/crew/f00t_clan[/URL]

Updated.

If you haven't applied for membership or want to play on GTA V Nights with us, now'd be the time to sign-up.

I'm not looking up twenty-thousand PSN names though Rockstar's site, so get at me.

This also includes those who have played with us online but haven't joined the Crew officially.

just joined under dopenose420

always makes me mad when someone out there already has my name (i'd laugh if it was me, but I don't remember signing up ever before)

 

[jms493]

One guy from IGN said he played this on an XBOX 360 and he said it looked amazing and played well. hmmm.

 

[SethMode]

One guy from IGN said he played this on an XBOX 360 and he said it looked amazing and played well. hmmm.

They mentioned that on this weeks Bombcast too. Happy to be wrong, because I'd much rather play on 360 with that controller than the DS3, which I have begun to hate more and more.

 

[Swarley]

Grand Theft Auto V: Conflicting Points of View
Three's not always a crowd.

What intrigues me most about Grand Theft Auto V isn’t jump jets or SCUBA diving, smoking weed or that mooted act of necrophilia, it’s Michael, Franklin, and Trevor – it’s the extremely bold attempt to weave a cohesive narrative using three very different perspectives.

In one sense, the characters are all tightly authored – the dialogue’s sharply written, mannerisms and backstories carefully elaborated. Each lead has a very definite set of traits. But the second part of their characterization – what they actually do – is almost entirely entrusted to you. In GTA V you become omnipotent figure, able to invade the consciousnesses of three different characters. Los Santos is an incredible place, and you get to see it through three very different sets of eyes.

It’s a long-standing storytelling technique, but one rarely used by games. Changing point of view subtly alters your relationship with that character, emotionally and morally.

I think Trevor’s probably the best example of what I mean. He’s violent, unhinged, and extremely unpredictable. However, it’s possible to look past that soiled vest, presumably encrusted with his own vomit, and be very charmed by Trevor, and that really intensifies the moment you play as him. It’s weird, because you should revile him – he’s an irredeemable pervert and killer, after all – but you can’t. You are him, and I suspect GTA V’s character switching, ostensibly pitched as a mechanic designed to always keep you in the heart of the action, may secretly prove its most potent storytelling device.

As always, this sort of thing is best illustrated through examples. So here are two missions that Luke didn’t mention in IGN’s first hands-on with GTA V. I think they're both great examples of how switching characters exerts a subtle power on the narrative.

Urban Safari is the first mission I played in GTA V, and it starts outside Franklin’s house. He’s being hectored by his friend Lamar, who desperately wants his help on a drug deal. Franklin wants no part in such petty gang banging – it’s clear his ambitions lie far outside of the hood he’s been born into. Trevor suddenly appears, and is the absolute force of nature I always suspected him to be. He’s agitated, rambling, muttering about his messed up childhood, and hungrily looking for trouble. Unsurprisingly, a drug deal proves irresistible. (Interestingly, I started this mission playing as Franklin, but there was also the possibility to begin as Trevor, meaning open-world gameplay and missions can dovetail in slightly different combinations.)

With Trevor onboard, it’s harder for Franklin to cavil, and so I amble into the back of Trevor’s van, along with Lamar and his faithful Rottweiler, Chop. It doesn’t take long to reach the heart the hood – Franklin clearly hasn’t moved that far away. It’s a familiar cul-de-sac, intimidatingly fringed by rundown houses and shifty huddles of gang members – it’s Grove Street, the home of San Andreas’s protagonist, CJ. And the gang we’re negotiating with for a kilo of coke? The Ballas.

We jump out of the van and follow Lamar up to one of the houses. I can feel a thousand eyes watching my every movement. I don’t feel safe. The door opens suspiciously, and we’re presented with a white block wrapped in plastic. It’s cut open with a flick knife, and we’re allowed to sample the goods. Lamar takes a taste, and is eager to hand over a chunky wad of cash, but Trevor is tetchy. He asks if we can take a sample from the other side of the brick. The dealer refuses and starts to play hardball – do we want to make a deal or not? Trevor snatches the block out of the guy’s hands, and snaps it in half. It’s fake: a gram of blow hidden in a fake brick. We’re screwed.

The throbbing score violently ratchets up, as all hell breaks loose. Disorientated, I stumble into the nearest cover – a low garden wall. I feel genuinely unsafe, surrounded by seriously pissed off gangsters. Trapped at the bottom of Grove Street, we’re as good as dead. We all know it.

Our only chance is to pull together and fight our way up the street. I scramble from cover to cover, hiding behind parked cars, as bullets fly above my head. I can see Chop running around, barking, drawing fire, even biting. I’m pinned down behind the van, so I switch to Trevor, wondering if the ability to switch characters gets you out of jail should you find yourself running low on health, but he was taking just as much heat.

The cops soon arrive on the scene to subdue the urban uprising. This is the distraction we’ve been waiting for. I hear Lamar shout from across the street – he’s found a way out. I follow him down a narrow alley that separates two of the slovenly houses, and instantly the thick claustrophobia of the Grove Street shootout dissipates. The world opens up again. The houses backs onto the Los Santos storm drain – a vast man-made river carved out of concrete. We run down towards the water. Bizarrely there are a group of girls in colorful bikinis dancing for a film crew in front of three jet skis. Is this a TV advertisement? A music video? Porn? I have no time to find out – there’s a police helicopter humming overhead. I push one of the girls out of the way and steal her jet ski. Trevor, Lamar, and I head for open waters – I guess Chop ran home – but we can’t escape. The helicopter’s still on our tail.

After skimming across the open water for a few minutes, putting distance between us and Grove Street cops, we land on a nearby coast. Trevor’s disappeared (I suspect he might do this a lot), and Lamar’s plain out of ideas. It’s up to me to get us out of his mess. The mess he drew me into. As the sun sets, I lead us up a steep path from the beach to the cliff top above. I have my machine gun raised at all times, picking off the cops that greet us.

We eventually reach the roadside and jump into one of the now vacant cop cars. We’re still being pursued, but I sense I can get away. I head off into the dark, down the web of dusty roads that lie far outside of the city. I break line of sight with my pursuers, and my wanted level drops. We’re clear, but finishing the mission as Franklin, I genuinely feel angry. I felt annoyed with Lamar, sat in the car next to me. I didn’t want him to be there. As fun as it was to play, I never wanted to get involved in any of this. It was all his fault. I didn’t want to go back to Grove Street. I get out and walk away into the night.

The second mission I play is entitled Fresh Meat. Michael has been kidnapped by the Triads, and from the faint cries I hear in the background of a threatening phone call, he doesn’t have long. I panic; I have no idea why Michael’s been taken, or where I should start looking in this vast, sprawling world, or where the hell Trevor is. I could really do with some help. But one thing is clear, though: time is ticking, and as Franklin, alone, I need to find Michael… quickly. I’ve heard Michael describe Franklin as the son he never really had, and now playing as Franklin, facing this situation, I acutely feel the weight of that accolade.

Fortunately, I have some help in the form of Trackify, an app on my mobile phone. Using the Triads’ call, it gives me a crude idea of where he might be. So I jump in the nearest car – I opt for an average saloon, quickly realising how much time is of the essence – and head off in search of the flashing marker displayed on my phone.

But this isn’t like the GPS that usually sits in the bottom left-hand corner, with its brightly-illuminated route snaking through the city’s streets, taking you to your destination in the least amount of time. It’s disconcertingly blank – the streets aren’t reassuringly outlined and there’s coloured line for me to follow, just a vague marker nagging in the distance. Feeling somewhat blinded, I miss turnings and find myself frequently heading in the wrong direction. But I’m also getting closer, and eventually arrive at a large factory.

I pull up round back, so as not to be spotted. I need get inside, though. Nearby is a ladder which takes me to the roof, where a narrow walkway leads to the front of the building. I move quickly but cautiously, since I know I’m going to be heavily outnumbered. As I reach the front of the building, I overhear two Triads down below; they haven’t noticed me, so I open fire with a semi-automatic rifle. (In retrospect, it probably would’ve been more prudent to have attached a silencer, but screw it. It didn’t feel like a time for subtlety.) I scramble down the ladder and head into the darkened factory.

I know Michael’s here somewhere. I can hear him screaming.

It’s a meat packing factory, with freshly-butchered carcasses hanging from the ceiling and ribbons of blood staining the porcelain tiles. And some of it’s functional detail – those cadavers help break line of sight, a help and hindrance, and make surprisingly good cover, as I take out the Triads who are there to greet me. Around the corner I find Michael, strung up by his feet, seemingly destined to join the other swaying corpses. A Triad is pointing a gun at him, but I don’t hesitate, shooting the gang member who’s threatening my friend. But it isn’t a clean death – the gang member is pulled into some nearby machinery, and a fountain of blood instantly redecorates the factory’s interior.

I toss Michael a pistol, and I’m given the option to switch characters. I do so, and suddenly I’m upside down, as even more Triads burst into the room. I take them out with a couple of head shots, before lowering myself to the ground. Stripped to a bloody vest and gingerly holding his side, it’s evident Michael’s in a lot of pain and that we need to find a way out now. But playing as Michael I strangely feel more in control, like Franklin will defer to me.

Around a couple of more corners, I spot an exit and outside there’s a car waiting to be taken. We jump in, and tear off into the night. But it’s not over: the Triads are right behind us – they’re a persistent bunch, to be sure – in a Japanese tuner, pimped out in neon orange. I weave through traffic, as Franklin shoots out of the passenger window at the car that’s continually gaining ground. As good a shot as Franklin is, he’s ineffective, and I cut across oncoming traffic, thinking I might be able to disappear more effectively on the freeway. The tuner is gaining ground, though, and as I turn to take the slip road, I clip the Triad’s vehicle, which fortunately spins out and is pinned against a wall, where it bursts into flames. I’m free to join the freeway. We made it. Just.

Okay, it’s time for a minor confession. I died quite a few times while playing missions described above, but that’s not down to Grand Theft Auto V being unreasonably difficult. Nor am I terrible at games – really, I’m not. At the time, I thought it might be due to all the new controls and mechanics I had to learn. But then I thought more closely about the moments in which I died. What did these passings have in common? It was when I hesitated, when I didn’t know where to go, and I’ve concluded that fault lies entirely with me. Admittedly, GTA V doesn’t tell you where to go, but that’s the point. You can go anywhere. I died when I lacked both imagination and conviction. You see I’ve become awfully lazy when playing games that involve shooting and driving; I’m content to be pushed towards a mildly satisfying objective. So when I landed on the beach with Lamar, and he suddenly looked towards me for guidance, like a child who got mixed up in something he didn’t fully understand, I was overwhelmed. I could go anywhere, get away by any means I could find, but I died right there on the sand because I’ve grown acquainted to games that consistently underestimate me.

I don’t know if Grand Theft Auto V can stem the tide. It might. But after spending four hours exploring its world, I can safely say it’s revived my ailing faith in the big blockbuster game. There’s more to GTA V than just a land of unregulated freedom, though. I’m confident GTA V will receive attention for its technical prowess, swaggering attitude, and love of controversy, but there’s potentially a subtle approach to storytelling and characterisation here that shouldn’t be overlooked.

Passing between characters, identifying with more than one point of view, is sophisticated storytelling, and it provides GTA V with the machinery to tell an ambitious and nuanced story. And these character-based moments – being irritated with Lamar, as Franklin, for dragging me back into the hood – really stood out during my time with the game. I even started to play in a different way, depending on which character I was controlling. The game encourages this very gently with different character stats and special abilities – Franklin’s supposedly the best driver, for instance, so has the ability to slowdown time while behind the wheel. But it went beyond this, I found myself acting more recklessly as Trevor, more fatherly as Michael. I was performing. I actually think that might be the most unexpected and impressive thing I discovered while playing Grand Theft Auto V.

http://www.ign.com/articles/2013/09/06/grand-theft-auto-v-conflicting-points-of-view?page=2

 

[Vinsane]

The above post is what really drives the GTA love. Initially it's going to be all about blowing shit up and causing as much havoc as possible. People will rave about the violence in abundance and that will be the focus of the title for the mild/casual gamers. However, I feel like with all GTA's the real appreciation for the game will come long after the release. While you're still playing it despite having already beat it. That has always been the driving force to Rockstar. They don't just make games, they make games with real substance and emotion to them.

Edit: Case and point being GTAIII. The driving force behind that was the violence. So much so that stores began to pull it off their shelves and the "M" rating was really mild when compared to what other games were out at the time. However, when I look back at the replay ability of that game? It's astounding because, the main character is a mute. There weren't any lines or any emotion to him, it was just propelling yourself through mission after mission and yet, I still felt anyways that there was still substance. You were always working towards a goal and while you didn't have the connection that you got with Tommy Vercetti, or Carl Johnson. You still felt for the character who was seeking revenge after being double crossed.

 

[SethMode]

This is only partially related to GTAV but, has the GTA series convinced anyone else that women might be complete sociopaths? I have put a GTA game in front of at least 15 women, and EVERY TIME, they just instantly go into murder mode. This girl I was dating in college picked up the controller, asked me how to select the flamethrower, and just started lighting everyone on fire. Time to burn was like 2.5 seconds.

 

[Handleit_44]

 

[BiggaAdams]

Is there still going to be the camera option so you can take pics of stuff like on San Andreas? I used to love going out exploring and taking snap shots.

 

[Golden Taters]

The graphics on this game are amazing, they really pushed these consoles to their limit.

 

[JayDizzle]

Is there still going to be the camera option so you can take pics of stuff like on San Andreas? I used to love going out exploring and taking snap shots.

If so, my dream of stealing cars and snapping photos of said cars in compromising positions will be one step closer.

Now if only someone will trust me enough to sink their car to the bottom of the ocean... :tiptoe:

 

[BiggaAdams]

If so, my dream of stealing cars and snapping photos of said cars in compromising positions will be one step closer.

Now if only someone will trust me enough to sink their car to the bottom of the ocean... :tiptoe:

I would always take sweet photo shoots of my rides at the beach at sunset. Can't wait for this game.

 

[KNUBB]

I have diabolical plans for each and every one of you. Will make great youtube videos

 

[JayDizzle]

I have diabolical plans for each and every one of you. Will make great youtube videos

:cantwait:

 

[Handleit_44]

From what I remember, it was stated that when you take out your phone, you'll be able to snap screen shots that you can upload to the Social Club.

 

[BigBucs]

Commercials

 

[BigBucs]

GTAV Official Site Update: Security, Fitness & Entertainment

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The Los Santos & Blaine County Visitors Travelogue has just been updated with special new sections highlighting why this west coast destination is a fitness buff's paradise, along with an overview on law enforcement and security for your peace of mind, and previews of the exciting music and television entertainment in store this fall...

Security & Peace of Mind
The Los Santos Police Department is famous for tackling crime in the most aggressive and unhinged way possible, while private security firms like Gruppe 6 and Merryweather Security have a financial interest in saving your assets. Sponsored by Ammu-Nation – Protecting Your Rights.

Fitness & Relaxation
Vanity is at an all-time high and we're an athlete and fitness buff's paradise. Fancy a bit of tennis? We've got world class courts and stiff competition. Into cycling? Grab a bike for a lovely ride along the Los Santos beachfront or a punishing path through the mountains and hillsides of Blaine County. Or take part in a challenging triathlon of swimming, running and biking designed to pit egomaniacs against each other in a test of who exercises professionally the best. Sponsored by EGO CHASER Energy Bars - an energy bar that's all about you. Watch the commercial!


Exciting Music & Entertainment
For those stuck in traffic, tune in to the Los Santos radio dial for a wide range of music styles to choose from - check out radio station previews of Radio Los Santos and Channel X plus Rebel Radio, East Los FM, West Coast Classics, Fly Lo FM and Vinewood Boulevard Radio. Stay tuned for more radio station previews to come.
In the Home Entertainment section, you can watch a special preview of CNT's Fall TV Line Up, with clips from The Underbelly of Paradise, Impotent Rage and Moorehead Rides Again as well as a sneak preview of Kung Fu Rainbow Lazer Force, the upper-middle class super hero team coming to Weazel TV’s family values entertainment programming this fall.

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This week's update also includes brand new artwork of Lester (who you might have noticed a few times in the latest Official Trailer and in an awkward moment during the GTA Online Gameplay Video) added to the Art & Downloads page - plus 8 new screenshots of surf, skies, racing, riding and gunning all added to the Screens page.

http://www.rockstargames.com/newswire/article/51329/gtav-official-site-update-security-fitness-entertainment.html

 

[BiggaAdams]

From what I remember, it was stated that when you take out your phone, you'll be able to snap screen shots that you can upload to the Social Club.

Hell yes! :cantwait:

 

[Handleit_44]

 

[Price]

Some screens of an article on the game.

https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B8czlKYduXZPM0w5NWRBRXdXR3c/edit?pli=1

https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B8czlKYduXZPNzRKWDN4Tkd0bEU/edit?pli=1