Psychology Theft Auto

"Don't you point that thing at me, sonny!"I’m a fairly conscientious criminal. When playing GTA IV, I don’t kill innocent people in the streets, and I swerve to avoid them in the road. If I push past someone and they fling an expletive at me, I’ll just carry on walking. If I absolutely can’t find a parked car to take, I’ll usually hold a car up at gunpoint and let the guy run away rather than physically dragging him out of the vehicle or shooting him dead. That sort of thing. I’m a nicer flavour of mobster.

Except for one case.

Upon reaching the second safe house, I find that pretty often when I come home there’s a street preacher standing on the path opposite, ranting on about God and stuff. And try as I might, I can’t resist wandering over and beating him senseless. Every single time. No guns, no blunt instruments, no ramming him with a car. Just fists.

Freud would have had a field day. 😀

p.s. there is more ‘substantial’ stuff coming – another article and the first review. Real life’s been a swine this week.