Subject: To Rockstar Games, From Your Biggest Fan (Who Might Need Therapy Now)
Dearest Rockstar,
Let me start by confessing I haven't slept since GTA 6 dropped. My dark circles could double as emergency landing strips, and my coffee intake would make a Colombian cartel blush. But hey, who needs REM cycles when you can spend all night robbing neon-drenched casinos in Vice City's balmy underworld?
Speaking of Vice City, can we just give that neon a slow clap? It's like the sun exploded over a Lisa Frank convention, and I'm here for it. Every street looks like a 90s rave threw up on a disco ball, and I wouldn't have it any other way. My inner child is doing the Macarena on a sugar rush, and my inner adult is shamelessly buying pink flamingo pool floaties.
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Now, about the flamingoes... (don't judge, you know you want one too). You've basically created a virtual vacation where I can live out my wildest (and slightly deranged) fantasies. Riding jet skis while dressed as a banana? Check. Blasting Britney Spears through a megaphone while causing beach traffic chaos? Double check. Stealing a yacht and using it as a personal water taxi? You better believe it (I may or may not have gotten temporarily stuck under a drawbridge).
However, amidst the glorious mayhem, there are a few... hiccups. Let's call them "observations from a sleep-deprived Grand Theft Auto enthusiast."
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1. My therapist's vacation schedule: Look, I get it, holidays are busy. But could you maybe send someone to check on me? This obsession with stealing designer handbags from virtual celebrities might not be entirely healthy. Just a thought.
2. Traffic lights? In Vice City? Who are these rule-abiding drivers, and why are they clogging up my joyride in a stolen golf cart? Red lights are practically an insult to the spirit of anarchy and flamingo-themed mayhem!
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3. Sharknados that spawn every five minutes: Okay, maybe I went a little overboard with the "joyride" comment. Still, the constant threat of being eaten by a flying fish cyclone puts a real damper on my beach volleyball plans.
On a serious note (yes, I can be serious, for like 5 minutes), GTA 6 is a masterpiece. It's hilarious, thrilling, and so undeniably Vice City that I can practically taste the pi�a coladas (and the existential dread that comes with robbing a bank in flip-flops). You've outdone yourselves, Rockstar. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a jet ski shaped like a giant inflatable pineapple. Therapy can wait.
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P.S. Please tell me there's an unlockable flamingo costume. For research purposes, of course.
Sincerely (and slightly sunburnt),
Your Biggest Fan (and potential therapy case study)
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