Ok so you've mustered every ounce of concentration your body can physically sustain, you've mastered the use of the Playstation controller in every intricacy and can emulate the $300 driving wheels with it, you've lasted 4 laps of teeth grinding racing on Suzuka Circuit and your in 1st, so amazing it hurts.

Then, someone bumps into you from behind, YOU get a ramming penalty when HE did the ramming, then your car careens off into the sand pits and the last 9 minutes of pure ultra concentrated concentration is thrown to the wolves. Needless to say you then proceed to punch your bed back down to hell repeatedly for about 30 seconds, then you cool off and say OMFG thanks alot GT5 Prologue, that is FUBAR. Indeed, this random act of violence inspired me to write this review, and happened not 20 minutes ago from the time of its posting.

Unexpectantly, you get over it and pick up the controller, and do it over and over and over again.

This makes GT5 the most frustrating(annoyingly I might add) and most rewarding game of all time, when you do actually win some of the professional off and online races, you feel a since of pride that lasts for hours, assuming you don't take your eyes off the screen for a fraction of a second to, I dunno, blink or something. O yeah, breathing is also a pretty bad idea.

If Goldeneye on 64 taught me anything it's that those controllers made excellent weapons to fight your friends with in the living room of your house, breaking furniture and making your head bleed with the blunt blow of that 3 pronged controller. And all I can say is that I'm glad my old best friend and I don't play console games anymore because Prologue would result in fits of physical aggression too dangerous for mortal men.