I was driving around aimlessly in a stolen black Vapid Bullet, when I collided against a white Benefactor Panto (which had appeared out of nowhere). My car hit a pole and stalled. When I stepped out of my vehicle to inspect the damage, I found out to my horror that the driver of the Panto was dead. He had slumped over, head resting on the steering wheel, looking unnervingly realistic in his proportions and position. For the first time while playing a Grand Theft Auto game, I was engulfed by a terrible wave of regret, remorse and sadness. For the first time ever, I felt honestly sorry for my reckless action.