A huge effort to reach that coveted perfect score, frustrated one step away from the finish line by a miserable, cursed single jump. Special packages, violence, radio-controlled targets and all the rest, patiently overcome with a wealth that rivals that of an amanuensis hermit. If you think it is a mere numerical judgment you are out of the way: this is actually MY very modest percentage of completion, achieved without the help of cheats in a year of hard work (good times, university). I could tell you this and much more but finding yourself in the middle of the Christmas holidays (you, since I am sealed in the office), intent on drawing up a detailed alcoholic account on how much your liver will have to endure in the days to come, I find myself forced to concentrate this pompous preamble in a simple number, which perfectly summarizes what GTA 3 has meant for me in these 10 years: 99.9%.Įvery story has a beginning. I could keep you glued to the screen between now and Easter by rattling off Easter Eggs known only to the most hardened nerds, tell you how with this title the SH of the Houser brothers gained access to Olympus or how, in a 2001 where the technology of the three-dimensional was consolidating its steps, the third episode of one of the most famous sagas of all time wrote those canons of the sandbox from which, even today, teams of developers draw heavily. I wouldn’t want to pass myself off as your typical suburban bully, but if I tell you that I know GTA 3 by heart, you have to believe me. Grand Theft Auto III: 10th Anniversary Edition – review
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