innocent bystanders

[egypturnash]

I wasted some time today playing Grand Theft Auto III again.

Ashy and I have given names to two of the endlessly-cloned pedestrians who populate the streets of Liberty City. One of them, an old man in a forties-looking hat, is William S. Burroughs. You mess with Bill at your own risk - he may be a dead junkie, but sometimes, you throw a punch at Bill, and he turns around and kicks your ass. He'll even get up and lay you flat after you kick him in the nuts while he's down. He's a mean bastard.

The other one has been named after Mark Merlino. Every now and then, when I'm playing and Ashy is watching, the time between missions will become open season on furry SMOFs. Especially when I'm trying to get the hang of the awkward gun targeting controls. "Chirp!" *BANG BANG BANG*

All the random phrases that "Mark" spouts when you pass near him are lines out of 'YMCA'. This was discovered after we decided who he was. How serendipitous!

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[protocat.livejournal.com]

Ashy and I spent some time playing GTA3 back when he was remotely local and visiting. As far as Marlino is concerned, I recently selected him as one of three people on my Furry Deadpool. I expect him to be toast by 2005 by a sexually transmitted disease or suicide as a direct result there-of.

[prickvixen.livejournal.com]

Mostly I watched you play... my attempts to even propel the vehicle were laughable.

You kids stop horsing around in the dead pool! There's a stereotypical gay man in there!

Who were the other two? (you can whisper them to me if you like)

[prickvixen.livejournal.com]

YOU CAN SAIL THE SEVEN SEAS