GTA 4 Remastered could arrive this year according to leaks, and it needs it
A new rumour has appeared thanks to one GTA leaker, who claims that GTA 4 Remastered could be on the way before the end of the year.
It's hard to deny that GTA is the franchise of the hour – and frankly, the last few decades. When Rockstar Games so much as twitches, it sends shockwaves through the entire gaming industry, which makes the fact that it revealed a major GTA 6 delay and the long-awaited GTA 6 trailer 2 all in the space of a week all the more surprising. The gaming company pulled out all of the stops to ensure that the disappointment of receiving history's most anticipated game was alleviated, and it seems as though they may have just managed it.
There's no surprise that the title has so much pressure on it – GTA 6 is the latest instalment of gaming's biggest franchise ever, following on from a lineage of games that seem to transcend iconic. They're a beast of their own, and all eyes are on the new title. But as it seems, players should be keeping an eye on the past.
New leaks have appeared from a leaker widely considered to be the closest to Rockstar Games on the internet, and they indicate that Grand Theft Auto's past could be about to get a new lick of paint.
Return to Liberty City
Even though Grand Theft Auto: The Trilogy – The Definitive Edition was an unmitigated disaster when it launched, it looks like Rockstar Games is taking up a new opportunity to reboot a game in dire need of some changes, as a GTA leaker has claimed that GTA 4 Remastered could be on the way. Taking to GTAForums, notable leaker Tez2 has responded to a question about the potential of a remake or remaster of Niko Bellic's adventure, and they seem to expect a new port for the game.
'Someone at R* hinted at the IV port, and by now it should've gone up a year in development,' they say. 'We may end up seeing it drop later this year. And it's one more reason, in addition to existing reasons, the LCPP mod was taken down. If they still follow their plan laid out from the pandemic days, they'll do an MP3 port after IV. So that is an opportunity to do a bundle or a Definitive Edition. Max Payne 1 & 2 remakes, and a Max Payne 3 port.'
It's a surprising revelation, especially when many players would hope that the entire Rockstar Games workforce would be trying to push GTA 6 over the line, but there's no doubt that GTA 4 is deserving of a new lick of paint. The game's vehicle controls are loose and wobbly, and its visuals are a little overexposed, which suits its art style, but doesn't feel particularly modern. GTA 4 Remastered's arrival by the end of the year would be a treat for many players, especially if it tidies up a number of issues that make the game's brilliant story a little hard to access these days.
Take the leaks with a pinch of salt, as even Tez2 could be wrong – but there's little doubt that it's an exciting implication. It looks like we're going to have a very GTA-heavy couple of years.
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