Not even on the digital realm can Chance live up to his delusions of grandeur.
- He's broke to the point on which he can't even afford to sell the car he just stole.
- His free office is filed with free cars stolen from the streets. Same cars that he pridefully shows off as if they were parked outside of Sally's house.
- His driving skills are laughably bad. Even on a straight line he can't avoid crashes...
- He's stuck doing random contact missions in return of bread crumbs even tho there are multiple better ways to make money in-game. At this rate it'll take him another 30 years to afford a second garage on his office...
- Even with full aim assists the little dumbass is unable to hit anything and the best he can do is run straight into bullets... Where did that pro shooter that would one-shot Marty go?
- His financial decisions are comically bad, I mean, who the fuck buys a Penthouse before the essential money making properties? Although I'm almost certain that the only reason why he bought it is so he could stare at Miss Agatha... Fucking degenerate.
Sorry for my autistic ramblings, but I find it hilarious. I've always wondered what the game looked like for some of the brain-dead randoms I used to be paired with, and now I finally see how dreadful the experience really is.
It's agonizing to listen to his commentary, but while jumping around for something interesting I stumbled upon a question asked by one of the poop touchers, at 57:09 someone asked the Goblin about his favorite kind of gun and he replied:
Does this guy, after all the shit that happened, still believes that Gordon is his father? And since I'm talking about Gordon, what happened to the rumors about his death? Did it really happen? The whole topic just fell into oblivion after he stopped mentioning him.
