GTA V: 10 Things FPS Mode Must Have

Everything we want from Rockstar's first foray into first-person gameplay.

By James McGrath /

Rockstar have allegedly leaked some not-so-top-secret information regarding previously unannounced features in the new-gen release of GTA V. Chief among these is a new first-person mode, on-foot and in vehicles, with working dashboard interiors and what we would assume to be significantly adjusted shooting mechanics. First-person mode just so happens to be the number one wish from our July article €” 5 Half-Crazy Things We Want In The New GTA V. When we're really trying to get lost in a virtual world, we opt for the eyes of our main characters, whenever possible. It's the difference between watching the action unfold and being right in the middle of it. We've already seen GTA V's San Andreas. We're ready to live in it. Rockstar has already made the most richly detailed open-world in video games, and the new-gen version is adding more than a few extra layers of reality. If you're on the fence about replaying the game just for an HD upgrade, maybe a fresh perspective is all you need. From our perspective, these are the 10 things GTA V's new first-person mode must prioritize...€

10. Jet Skis, Boats And Underwater Play

The leaked info states that first-person mode will extend to vehicle interiors, but jet skis and boats don't have interiors. They're a bit, how do we say... open-air? We hope that aquatic vehicles get the same FPS treatment as cars, and then of course, there's scuba-diving... The new GTA V has Killer Whales, Hammerhead Sharks, and a literal ocean full of upgraded detail and wildlife. We desperately want to motocycle at full-speed off the end of Del Perro Pier and land on a Great White's head, and if he's not dead, pull a first-person knife on him and shank some shark. You can kill a shark with a knife. We've done it. Regardless, we absolutely want to recreate the first scene from Jaws. Trevor's already half-naked half the time anyway. WIth our luck, it'll probably all go down like some botched scene from Dear Esther; a poetic walk on the beach that rapidly devolves into us pushing beatniks into campfires and swimming with big, pointy fishes... face to face.