My luck finally ran out.
His uncle (who is in the Navy and didn't get the memo) mailed him a copy as a birthday gift. My son no longer lives with me so there isn't much I can do about it. Still, he's probably mature enough to handle it (although his history of behavioral problems makes me nervous).
Here's where the irony comes in.
He spends some weekends with me, and the last time I had him over, he insisted on showing me the game. Now, I had never played GTA before. His mother bought GTA III for my PS2 back when we were together but I never had any desire to play it, and I had thought about getting San Andreas but just never wanted it badly enough. Still, I had to admit that the bits of GTA V that had come my way since its release offered some appeal.
He started off by showing me some of his cars. These are not real-world cars, they are lawyer-friendly near-clones. But usually you can figure out what they are. They run the gamut from family sedans to muscle cars to exotics to pickup trucks, all very customizable.
This past weekend, he wanted me to customize a car. After perusing some of the options, I decided on the Imponte Phoenix aka Totally-Not-A-Pontiac-Firebird (specifically the second Generation with perhaps a dash of 3rd). Unfortunately, there would be some difficulty in acquiring one. There is an in-game internet used for ordering all manner of stuffs (vehicles include cars, trucks, motorcycles, dirtbikes, scooters, bicycles, boats, helicopters, airplanes, and TANKS), but the Phoenix wasn't available. After driving around the city looking for one to steal (it's called Grand Theft Auto for a reason after all) with no luck, I settled on the Declasse Vigero (first gen Camaro). However, the game froze up a couple of times in the process of getting to the garage to customize it.
On to the next attempt. Now, upon loading his game, it defaulted to Franklin, who was outside his garage and was wanted by the police who were on their way. To speed things up, we were going to have Franklin "kill" himself (you simply respawn at the hospital, magically healed despite suffering from being near an exploding car or multiple bullets to the head), and what drives by, but an Imponte Phoenix. We run over, open the door and drag the driver out, but then the cops arrived and shot poor Franklin (ok, he probably deserved it).
Exiting the hospital, we saw another one drive by, and there ended up being another one or two at the intersection. But we grabbed the nearest one, which was a hideous green with yellow stripes. No matter, paint job was on the to-do list. Actually, the image I linked looks more or less like my Phoenix, except I kept the standard grill and used a different blower popping out of the hood.
He then showed me some of the weapons in the game (I was sold on "minigun"). Needless to say, I now want the very game I tried to prevent him from owning (I'm still not crazy about that fact).
So hopefully I can get it once it is released for PC.
EDIT: I forgot to mention, my son had previously acquired GTA IV from a friend who got GTA V and didn't want it any more. Now that he has GTA V, he gave GTA IV to me. So apparently this copy is making its rounds and I'll need to pass it along once I get GTA V.
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