: Should it be a horror story about a cursed mod or a comedy about technical failures?
The game loaded. The familiar piano theme kicked in, but as soon as Nikolai stepped out of the safehouse, Liberty City felt different. The sun hit the hood of a parked Audi R8 where a beat-up Sentinel used to be. He stole it, the engine roaring with a recorded sample that drowned out the city noise.
But as he sped toward Algonquin, the "modder’s curse" struck. The game’s engine, never meant to handle such high-quality textures, began to groan. First, the trees turned into flickering triangles. Then, the road disappeared, leaving Nikolai driving on an invisible plane over a void.
