I was playing some Scarface: The World Is Yours earlier this evening on my Wii and while the game is in many ways a series of missions that don’t vary all that much, a part of the game that is pretty consistently interesting is talking to random people on the streets. (What does that leave? A pretty standard 3D open world, drive‐cars‐shoot‐people‐deal‐drugs rush rush affair that happens to take place in a Miami I don’t quite recognize.)
But like I was saying, the conversations.
I can’t remember what purpose this serves in the game, but you can have back‐and‐forth conversations with the seemingly hundreds of unique NPCs that line the streets of the game. Walk up to one, press A and Tony spits out a line, to which they respond with something that more‐or‐less makes sense. Press A and Tony replies with something mostly relevant to what they said. Do this back‐and‐forth exchange a few times and your “Conversation” count increases by one. (You can only converse with any given individual once, at which point talking to them consists of seemingly‐random one‐liners that seem to either propose sexual relations or bodily harm… or are just strings of Scarface‐style expletives.)
So earlier, I (well, Tony) was visiting our local bank branch when I decided to talk to some of the people hanging around in the stairwell. We walked up to one African‐American gentleman in an ugly sweater and the conversation basically began like this:
Tony: Miami is full of pussy, meng. You just need to be rich to get it.
Gentleman: Man, I don’t care about pussy. I just want some snack cakes.
I’m gonna let that one hang for a moment.
Okay, I fucking love this game.