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Assassin’s Creed

If you ask any of my friends, they will tell you that I do my best to finish the hell out of games that I like. If you give these same friends a few pints of beer, or perhaps some money, they will tell you that I also have a crazy imagination and that it gets away from me at times.

When I played inFamous, the allure of parkour (like that rhyme?) was strong. I saw opportunities to climb and jump and leap all over the place whenever I walked about the city. I never acted on it, mind you; it was all just flights of fantasy that never passed the confines of my mind (except when I spoke of it to my friends). After I had finished playing the game, the thoughts of free-running died down in proportion to the span of time since I had last stepped into the shoes of Cole McGrath on my PS3.

Fast forward.

To fully appreciate Assassin’s Creed 2, I played through Assassin’s Creed. The thoughts of climbing walls and scampering over rooftops slowly returned. Walking to work became an exercise in planning what I would do if I needed to get from point A to point B very quickly without being seen.

It’s bad enough that I can just conjure these thoughts without too much similarity between Toronto and the world of Ezio Auditore. But tell me, how am I not supposed to have these fantasies when I see something like this (game image on the left; my crappy camera phone snapshot on the right)?

Good Lord. I have problems.

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