There are three words that define my childhood, in regards to gaming at least. I know I’m not alone in saying this, and I know that others get the same nostalgic feeling that I get when they hear these words. Although newer, flashier franchises have torn people away, there are still a select few who hold on, waiting for the return of their metaphorical messiah of gaming. No, the three words I’m thinking of aren’t Call of Duty, nor Medal of Honor. They’re not Sonic the Hedgehog, or even Super Mario Bros. They are Grand Theft Auto.