What's the Grand Theft Auto series best known for? Its satirical sense of humour? Kind of divisive, that, really – some players laugh along while others struggle to raise the slightest smile to company names like Lifeinvader, the fifth game's parody of Facebook. Its suite of engaging multiplayer options? Well, yes, GTA Online is massively popular, with millions of gamers getting together to pull off explosive heists and watch each other perform amazing stunts. Violence? Yes, obviously. It's the violence. Of which there's loads. You've probably read all about it – or at least seen the reactionary headlines.
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But violence has been a part of gaming since Space Invaders, hasn't it? I played the hell out of Renegade in the 1980s and I've never beaten anyone to death with a crowbar. Yet. So for me, the guns and the blood of GTA is just standard fare for the medium. But I've always been completely fascinated by the worlds that Rockstar creates for its open-world adventures – and that extends beyond GTA, both 2D and 3D, and into their Western epic Red Dead Redemption, the boarding school mischief of Bully and even the slow-motion shooter Max Payne 3. The latter might be linear, but its São Paulo setting was a terrifically bright shift in visual flair after so many United States-set sandboxes.But the most alluringly vivid of all Rockstar's worlds has to be that of 2013's Grand Theft Auto V, the Los Angeles analogue of Los Santos and the bordering northern region of Blaine County. All around the city, there are echoes of its real-life inspiration: a Vinewood sign in place of the famous Hollywood letters; Del Perro Pier standing in for Santa Monica's equivalent. And there is loads to do in town, too; a wealth of extra attractions to investigate when you're not tackling a plot-furthering mission. There are cinemas open every day, and a strip club to get sloshed in when the sun sets. There are mountains to both climb and race around on quad bikes, as well as tattooists, barbers and a wealth of clothes stores to spend one's ill-gotten dollars in.
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I wanted to see if I could spend a day in Los Santos and Blaine County, in real time, without pulling out a gun once, without being tempted to waste a pedestrian or blow up a petrol station. Would there be distractions enough to keep me from my life of crime, just for a day? Only one way to find out. Note that the game's clock moves substantially faster than the one on your wrist (okay, the one that's on your mobile phone, in your pocket), so the screens don't always match the IRL time of day.
10.30 AM
I shoot a round of two over par and take out some frustrations on a sign next to the hole nine tee. Nevertheless, Franklin seems happy enough, so the two of us celebrate with some car park donuts, just to endear ourselves to the regulars.
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11.30 AM
On the way to the sea race in question, I'm T-boned at a crossroads by a perp fleeing some cops. He crashes and gets out of his wrecked car; the police come racing up to him and open fire. See, I'd usually step in here – I'm armed to the teeth, and fuck these pigs, right? But instead I keep my nose out of it and watch from the relative safety of my car. The police shoot down their quarry and leave him lying on the side of the road. I make a mental note to not get on the LSPD's bad side today, such is their obvious mercilessness.I win my first race of the day, the one running out of Los Santos, down by the dry dock. Piece of piss. In the game, the sun is starting to set. I'm thirsty. At home, I boil the kettle for an overdue cuppa; in the game, Franklin heads to the sole nightspot where I know hard liquor is readily available: the Vanilla Unicorn. The radio plays Lorde's "Tennis Court" as I drive over in a borrowed cement truck, as if to rub in my failure to get some sets in earlier.
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Article continues after the video belowBy the time I leave – several drinks, two songs from the over-animated DJ, and some wobbles later – the sun is set to rise over Los Santos, and I figure that seeing it do so from the beach would be neat. I set my course for Del Perro Pier, but accidentally clip a cop car on my way there, instantly earning a one-star wanted level – which rapidly becomes two stars for naturally preferring to outrun the police rather than get busted. Things do not end well, as I'm wasted in a shower of bullets in the very definition of Police Brutality – but upon being reborn at the nearest hospital, I maintain my intent to ride the rollercoaster and the "Ferris Whale" down by the sea. Jesse tells me that life is cool, and who am I to tell him otherwise?
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1.10PM
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They're showing The Loneliest Robot in Great Britain. Come on, let's all watch it together. Cheerful stuff.Time for a trim at the barbers – by which I mean a completely new look – and some retail therapy at the game's highest-end clothes store, Ponconbys. Looking sharp as fuck, mate. So obviously it's a good time for a road race. It's just a shame that I'm not very good at road racing, even with Franklin's unique skill of being able to slow time as he's driving (a skill I conveniently forget about until it's too late).
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2.15 PM
I guess the locals don't like black folk so much. As I'm not being violent today, I don't fight back. The result is inevitable. But after a trip to the Sandy Shores Medical Centre, I head back to the Yellow Jack Inn and make with the winning.
2.45 PM
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3.30 PM
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4.10 PM
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Total murders committed: zero, proving that you can go a full day (well, near enough) in Grand Theft Auto V without resorting to violence. I'd have liked to play with no criminal acts at all, but you try hailing a cab in the middle of nowhere. Times wasted by the Los Santos Police Department: one, but it could easily have been more. Deaths at the hands of racists: again, one. I don't know what that says about the real America. Probably nothing.
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