For three hours, Vinny was omnipotent.
Vito Scaletta walked into a hail of gunfire outside Harry’s bar. Bullets tore through his coat, his hat flew off, but he didn’t flinch. His health bar flashed, then refilled. Vinny laughed—a sharp, ugly sound. He pressed F2. His Colt M1911 never clicked empty. He pressed F3. Vito sprinted across the whole map in four seconds, leaving a cartoon dust cloud behind him.
Vinny clicked download. The file was a tiny .exe with a pixelated Tommy gun icon. His antivirus screamed. He ignored it.
He launched the trainer. A crude window appeared with checkboxes and hotkeys. F1: God Mode. F2: Infinite Ammo. F3: Super Speed. F4: Spawn Any Car.
Respect in the game, at least. Real life had given him none.