first gta memory... the static before the signal

gta 3. 2001. i was 9. the radio... chatterbox. that voice. felt like the city was breathing. but the real hook? the ghost town. the tunnel. the silence after the bridge. you ever drive through portland at 3am in-game and feel like something's waiting? the chiliad wasn't there yet... but the pattern was. the mountain always finds you.

what was your first? no judgment. just the moment the static became a signal.

SA for me. Wheel Arch Angels. first time a game actually respected the build. body kits. neons. hydraulics. before that cars were just paint jobs. i'd spend hours in there. no missions. just waiting for those garage doors to open. HOOKED.