It's not the most gripping story ever told, but it is a story, and one that emerged naturally from Liberty's grimy milieu. I'm back in Liberty City again, and all of this all happens within minutes of setting foot on the street for the first time. A scruffy-looking guy shuffles past, eating a hot dog. Niko rubs his close-cropped hair pensively. I turn and walk away, stop at the corner and watch as the jerk gets back in his car and drives off. I'm about to square up to him, when I notice a cop car waiting at the lights. The car stops and the driver gets out, all bravado and threats. Ambling through neighbourhoods, drinking in the sights as dawn breaks over Liberty.Īt an intersection, a car narrowly misses me as I cross the street. I start a new game, but immediately ignore the mission marker that will lead me to Roman and the start of the game proper. Plenty of other openworld games present you with a city, but none go to such lengths to make it feel like a place. This, I think, is the Rockstar difference.
I've mostly forgotten where things are, but I've not forgotten how it feels to walk these streets in Niko Bellic's scuffed shoes. I'm back in Liberty City again, and I'm amazed at how tangible it is. It doesn't feel like five years since Grand Theft Auto 4, but while other games have been traded in or loaned out, that disc has remained beneath the TV, a passport waiting to be used.
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