Betrayal, bloody murder, Hollywood-ripping heists and a motherfucking jetpack.
The BBC spectacularly blew what was their one chance to really celebrate this British-born phenomenon.
I'm not saying that completing the game's flight school changed my life, but I'm not ruling it out.
We had the whole of Los Santos before us. So what did we do? Argue about my driving, watch shit TV and have make-up sex, obviously.
The actor formerly known as the Rock is like a muscly security blanket who can make the experience of watching California tear itself apart feel like coming home.
Call it virtual tourism or an escape from one reality into another, slightly askew one, but I can't stop spending time in San Andreas.