"There was something disturbingly familiar about the note on the desk. The handwriting was all pretty curves."
"You're in a Rockstar game, Max."
"The truth was like a green crack through my brain. Unskipable cutscenes, and a mediocre plot. the repetitious act of watching a cutscene, going through linear corridors, shooting 50 guys, and then another cutscene. The paranoid feeling of knowing the game will crash if left paused for too long. I was in a Rockstar game. Funny as Hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of."