Ok so we all know that money minding has some serious effects on the general population Gend Theft Auto, The Third Place.
But what most of us haven't really thought about is the hearts and feelings of hard working Americans on Liberation Day who spend most of their day working 8 hours a day to fend off their kids and come home for some gaming.
Now these national libertarian fellows haven't been fed with a spoon their whole life and they work their way because father was there and father knew that if times were tough you stuck your head down and you worked, and work you did.
But there comes a time when we really have to ask ourselves, what about the freeroamer who has just finished his first Simeon mission? How does he really feel? There is so much that he sees going on around him and yet so much that he does not know. He sees the grinder sailing towards the parking garage to begin his days work but does he truly understand the hardships the man grew up with?
And what of the minigun, what will this man do about it? Does he care? Will he laugh at the idea of someone running over him over and over, whilst getting blown by his mother, all the while the man in the zentornoodle is beating off over his cheesegrater at the idea of raising his KDR in a purely economical way?
And what of the invites he will receive, with promises of RP and Riches that he won't begin to understand. Where will the walrus run to when the sun has dipped its wing, smiled at the boy from the farm and said hey, you don't need to cry any more. You don't need to feel the rain on your bone.