the awesome/terrifying freedom

is this me? who knows..

starting today, i'm being killed over and over again all over the country. i'm being thrown out of cars, bashed by baseball bats, golf clubs - anything that can be used as a weapon, riddled with bullets, hit by trucks. it's possible that i'm even killing a few people myself, but i'll have to do some investigating.

a year ago i was scanned by rock star games to be a character in 'grand theft auto: san andreas.' it was a really fun day - i put on all these costumes and was photographed from every angle to be used as a texture map in the game. who knows if i'll even be recognizable, but i'm there!

as more people put up screen grabs, hopefully i'll 'find myself.' most likely i will be part of an asian gang, or reoccur as a pedestrian in chinatown.

the most interesting thing about the experience was learning that the games are made primarily in scotland, and that a team of scottish artists flys out here to do some research, take some pictures, and then flys back to create the game.