Assassins Creed: The Seduction (Episode 1)

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This is a very special post, one that means the world to me.  You see, my heart is torn in two, I am still healing, but every Saturday Gamercrash kept uploading his site with his cursed video round up and every week I returned, like a lamb to the slaughter, watching his videos, and I always wind up close to tears when I watch a new trailer showing off Assassins Creed 4:  Black Flag.  Due to this, I have been forced (but not really) to watch how good Assassins Creed 4 might potentially be.  So in light of my melancholy feeling I have decided to give you guys the full picture.  It all started….Que Memory Flashback Tune, Please Click This Link! Did you click it?  Good!

In 2008, one year after you were released, I walked into a store that wasn’t necessarily about gaming but had a few games just strewn in a bargain bin.  That was the first time I saw you.  You were just lying there, on your back, scratched cover with big bold letters Assassins Creed, some other game called Second Sight lying casually on top of you.  I remember analyzing your cover and thinking “ Meh, Looks boring“. I parted ways and I left you in that bargain bin, letting you stew in the mess of crappy titles that were littering in and around the bin and I completely forgot about you.

A few months later, a friend of mine loaned me a whole bunch of games to play on my newly built PC.  One of  the games included was you.  However, as fate would have it, I chose to completely ignore you.  I played Half Life 2, Prototype, GTA, (can’t remember which one though) Singularity, Batman:  Arkham Asylum.  It took a few months but I finished all these games and some others.  It was November 2008.  I was bored and needed something different to play.  I went through the games that I had borrowed and there you were again, completely neglected and forgotten about.  I thought to myself “ What the hell, nothing else worth playing.” I opened the cover and put the silver disc inside my DVD-ROM and installed you.  I knew nothing about you, never saw a trailer, no gameplay footage, nothing.  I didn’t know what to expect from you, which in hindsight was the best thing that could ever have happened.

Once you were installed, I double clicked on the icon and I was transported immediately through a purple worm hole that eventually revealed a logo, “Ubisoft” That logo also looked seriously good for some reason.  You then showed me a small cut scene, a CG trailer of what you were all about.  Like one of those dating profiles you read.  “Describe yourself in two minutes or less” Boy, did you describe yourself.

A majestic eagle watching what seems to be a form of execution, a hanging.  The public wild, wanting to see death.   The eagle flies off, allowing me to follow until I see a robed man, standing on a perch in front of a church bell observing the crowd.  I remember thinking to myself  “Who is that?” and then he vanished as the bell rang once more, pigeons scattering as if something disturbed them.  My interest was peeking.  The mysterious, robed man was now amongst the crowd pushing ever so gently through, steadily speeding up until he was just by the podium when he broke out into a furious run, killing a soldier with his crossbow, dodging an attack from another soldier then making a dramatic slow motion jump into the air, seamlessly gliding to his target,  Right arm stretched out, left arm pulled back so his hand is lined up with his ear, and then a sound so beautiful yet so deadly, emanates from his left wrist, echoing in my brain, and then a blade is released ending his target.  The crowd doesn’t know what’s happened before panic ensues.  Soldiers appear from nowhere and the robed man has no choice but to run.  Escaping in the streets, dodging people, then climbing up buildings and jumping from roof top to roof top, till eventually returning back to earth and blending with a group of monks.  He disappears, never to be seen again.

The screen faded to black and I was then presented with a big white screen that simply said Assassins Creed. I shudder at the feeling I have, remembering what it was like to be completely blown away.  I started a new game and you started to educate me in the ways of the assassins, explained that we battled Templars in order to keep humanity free from control.  I was honored to have been part of that story.  I shared in the pain and humiliation as Altair broke the creed, and was revoked of his assassin status, forced to climb the ladder again in order to redeem himself.  I remember it well.  I was there every step of the way.  Every skill learned, I was there.  Every targets life that was taken, I was there.  Every Templar’s life that was extinguished, I was there.  Every tedious flag that was collected, I was there. I witnessed the events that helped rebuild your assassins status, and I saw and heard everything about the ultimate betrayal.  I saw and heard everything that his master was planning and I felt his pain inside.  When the Piece of Eden was activated all those years ago, revealing a world familiar to me but not to him, I was there and more importantly I understood Altair’s confusion and bewilderment.

You also made me walk side by side with Desmond Miles, a person that everyone thought to be a nobody, but you showed me how special he truly was.  What secrets and gifts he had to offer.  Explaining the science to him and me about the Animus and how it works, how DNA memory is completely possible and you proved it to us too.  You then introduced us to Lucy Stillman, an exceptionally talented individual who was as smart as they come and beautiful to.  It was nice to know that we weren’t alone.  That we had someone to look after us in case things got bad.  But you had to give us the good with the bad.  Warren Vidic, the Templar bastard that was intent on destroying our minds in order to obtain the locations of the Pieces of Eden.

Through out this adventure I fell in love with you.  I appreciated what you tried to do and even defended you on internet boards.  Nothing could or would change my mind on how special you truly were.  That kind of love is not bought, or given, it’s earned.  With that love came a deep trust between us, one that would never be broken.

I was there for it all, and I replayed the adventure a hundred times over.

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Legacy: Birth of a Gamer Part 1


The story of my life is a long one.  We live longer and experience more in this world than we do anywhere else.  I still remember the day I was born which seems impossible by your standards but believe me it’s true.  I have no reason to lie after all.  My Alternate was six at the time.  It was a cold July day.  My Alternate’s mother woke him up at about 05:30 and told him to meet his father in the living room.  He proceeded down the hall, sleep still stuck in his eyes. As he walked into the room his father greeted him with a big smile and a big brown parcel.  I remember it being huge.  His father simply said, “I thought you and I could do something together” and together they unwrapped this package.  When it was fully uncovered his father simply looked at him, waiting for some form of response.

Unfortunately my Alternate had never seen anything like it and his father had no idea how to operate it.  The device was square shaped, with a slight wooden finish.  Rows running across it’s torso from left to right.  Slightly further up, two silver switches were situated on either side of a big, gaping, square hole.  The switches from left to right were labeled, Power, TV Type, Game Select and Game Reset.  With the device came two square objects with cylindrical attachments and one big red button on each but there was more.  Aside from the cables that this thing was heaving behind it, a small black, square thing was shaking inside the box while my Alternate was was trying to remove the device.  Sticking his hand in further he was able to pull the square object out.  He distinctly remembers the red printed text which was the main fruit of this object but also paying attention to the white printed text at the top of the square.  It was the first moment in my Alternate’s life that he remembers being curious and from that curiosity I had been conceived. These words would lead him into a whole new life and the birth of something wonderful.  The words that would forever change him were simple yet epic on a grander scale and on the square object in the red printed text..



During this time while my Alternate was reading the square object and connecting the cables, I was growing at an exponential rate.  By human earth standards I would be nine months already.  It took a couple of minutes by your time for me to grow and it all started with curiosity.  My Alternate placed the square object into the big, gaping, square hole on the device then pushed the switch labeled “Power” from Off to On.

In that moment I had been born and it was only a couple of seconds.  My Alternate and I can’t remember how he selected the games back then, but he remembers playing them, enjoying them and sharing the experience with his father while I learned, grew and started to understand what this world was and my place in it.  We both learnt that this device was labelled as a Video Computer System called an Atari and the small square object was a cartridge.  The two square shapes with cylindrical attachments were known as controllers or joysticks which assisted me with movement in this world.  The more my Alternate played the more I understood.  I remembered and picked up skills at a rapid pace.



Over the next couple of months, I realized what I was and what I was meant to do.  I was his alternate just as he was was mine except I could only truly be free once a cartridge was inserted into that Video Computer System and a controller was in my Alternates hands.  I was his persona and he could live his adventures through me.  I would take the pain of getting blown up, shot and beaten knowing I would be brought back together in an instant, sure I might have had to walk the same stretch of virtual road again but it was worth it.  He would do the thinking and I would carry out the commands.  We were a team back then and shared an immense amount of joy and frustration during those months.

Sadly, good things must come to an end.  One rainy night my Alternate and I were playing Tank.  We had his father on the ropes.  Fingers frantically pushing at the red buttons on the controllers.  My Alternate had just lined up a shot, about to press the red button and then….darkness.



The lights went out, the TV went off, and the radio silenced.  Moonlight bathing us in a pale silhouette.  The power would be out until the morning.  Sad and defeated, we went to bed.  I was excited for the next morning.  I had never left a mission incomplete, never been cut short so prematurely.  The next morning my Alternate and his father pushed the “Power” switch to the On position on the Atari but nothing happened.  His father checked the cables, the plugs, made sure the TV was on and then pushed the switch again.  Still nothing.  At this point I was getting nervous and so was my Alternate.  Our hearts were pounding, our minds racing ahead, thinking the worst.  His father spent the day trying to get that wonderful Atari working again but to no avail.

The Atari was dead and with it, I was imprisoned, to a lonely life of solitude buried in the depths of my Alternate’s subconscious.  I didn’t know when or if I would ever be free again.  I was in turmoil, hanging in limbo and for a while my Alternate forgot about me, the memories of our once glorious adventures were the only things keeping me company.  It’s not all bad though, I remember the wall between us suddenly crumbling away and with it, new images, vast definitions and whole new sounds flooding my senses..

…but that’s a story for another time.