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I’m modding GTA 5 every day in a quest to either transform it into a PC version of GTA 6 or break it entirely. Come back tomorrow to find out what new horrible thing I’ve done to Rockstar’s baby, or check out what I got up to earlier.
Every nation has its kooks—excepting of course the Swiss—but there’s something utterly American to me about the UFO sighting. It’s probably something to do with the sheer size of the place. A tired, potentially hopped-up trucker, trundling across the endless plains of… whatever state has endless plains in it, spying something mysterious and illuminated in the canopy above? That’s America to me.
Also America to me: the Grand Theft Auto videogame series, so it was only natural that I bring real UFO visits to Rockstar’s fake LA. I installed UFO Sightings, “a simple script that spawns a UFO at random locations throughout the map.”
Its aim is to be eerie and mysterious, which is probably why it limits UFOs to appearing at night. I didn’t know that at first, though, so I spent quite a lot of time flying around Mount Chiliad at high noon, trying and failing to find visitors from other worlds. I did find the now-ever-present swarms of hitmen trying to kill me, though, so I had fun.
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Once I realised my error, I nudged the game clock forward. Voila! All of a sudden, a distant part of the map glowed red. “UFO sighting reported” declared a pop-up. My reaction was swift—I immediately took flight (I have Superman powers; don’t worry about it) and headed towards the marked zone.
Now, look, here’s where things didn’t quite go as I planned. In my idyllic visions, the American spaceman-spotter sees a hazy disc in the middle distance. He squints, he rubs his eyes, he thinks but is never sure that the object he’s looking at is aliens, and there is no one in a 10-mile radius to back him up when he talks about it later. His defining trait is uncertainty. If he speaks, he becomes a disbelieved outcast. If he keeps quiet, the questions haunt him to his grave.
The truth wasn’t quite so romantic or secretive: My UFO appeared about 30 feet in the air over an intersection in downtown Los Santos, flashing with enough enthusiasm to immediately kill anyone who’s even familiar with epilepsy.
I guess it worked out. At some point, possibly in response to me shooting it with my laser eyes, it stopped flashing and began to ascend, eventually vanishing completely. Maybe I never saw it. Perhaps it was never there at all.
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