our xbox finally succumbed to the red rings of death a couple of weeks ago (i love that microsoft couldn't fix the fault that causes instant death in their consoles but they did put helpful lights in so you can tell when it's fuxxored). We thought we could survive without it... turns out we were wrong. How shallow we are.
it didn't help that i was halfway through Assassin's Creed 2 at the time of fuxxoring. So we bought a new box, and i sat up till 5 am to finish the damn game.
i... am not sure how i feel now.
the ending was better than the last one. As in it almost had an ending as opposed to abandoning us in mid sentence and causing my heart to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. But even so it was a bit of a bastard.
oh, spoilers. Btw.
it was like the sodding Architect all over again. I'm sure it was supposed to be a head-fuck but really it was just an annoyance. What's wrong with giving us actual endings to stories? why does everything have to be setting up the next sequel? Are y'all so afraid of finishing things, in case we don't come back for more later?
right before the end credits, Desmond asks the question we're all asking by that point: WHAT THE FUCK?
so in summary... AC2 did not break my heart. But it did make me very angry at five o'clock in the morning.
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