I broke down and bought Grand Theft Auto IV a few months ago when I was in the mood for some open-world mayhem, only to be sorely disappointed. Why was I driving some guy’s girlfriend around? And why do I have an angry, a-hole boss? Why am I some low level schmo, and why can’t I customize my character, beyond just a couple of wardrobe changes? Where was the fun? Well, I figured out a few weeks ago. All of the fun that I was expecting can be found in Saints Row the Third.