This is how I've ambitiously planned my big day to be:
On that day, probably around noon, when the almighty postal service informs me that a package has arrived at my local post office, I'm at work and begin struggling through the millions of hours of work. Around 4 o'clock, as the agony has ended and eternity served, I'll start my car and head to the post office, reminding myself that "this is not the game yet, it's my car and it has a very, very realistic damage modelling'. On the way, I'll phone a good friend or two, also enthusiasticly waiting for the release, and tell them 'IT' has happened, and to meet me at my place.
On the previous day, or maybe a day before that, I have set up my brand new Obutto cockpit in it's perfect position in front of my 100" screen, connected and tested my G25, checked that my projector is aligned perfectly, tested sound is played properly from PS3 and is at optimum level, made sure my PS3 has downloaded and installed all the latest updates, and scrubbed the living room table shining clean and placed a sharp knife on it.
I arrive home from the post office. Steadily in my arms I carry a suprisingly heavy package, which seems to be in mint condition. The postal workers have been good to it. With staggering accuracy in timing, my friends arrive simultaneously at my door. With no time for words, a simple nod for 'hi' is gestured and we rush to the staircase and start the climb to the millionth floor where my apartment is at.
Finally, at home. I place the package to the living room table and as we gather around it, the rite of unboxing begins. An operation involving a sharp knife handled with almost surgical precision and inconceivable patience, carefully removing the cardboard boxing around the priceless artifact without making a slightest mark on it's shiny black SLS painted surface. Behold, a beautiful black chest filled with pure glory. The box is opened and it's treasures carefully examined one by one and spread evenly on the clean table. A quick browse, not too thorough, through the books. A few minutes of admiring all the pretty objects. It's almost time for the climax.
We step out to the balcony for a short meditative moment, imagining all things Gran Turismo, accompanied by the smoke from our cigarettes. The adrelaline is shaking my hands. Few minutes later we come back inside and insert the disc titled GT5 into PS3. Lights out. The installations progress bar slowly grawls through the millions of percents, but reaches it's end finally. No-one breathes as the SCEE and PD logos are displayed before our eyes and the opening movie is about to begin. This is it! This is actually IT!
This is how it would be in a perfect, better than reality, Gran Turismo world, so it remains to be seen how it will be in this one. Even if it isn't even close, nothing of it matters however when the opening movie begins.
And don't say it's just a video game!
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