If you happened to have caught my post last month concerning rage-quitting and Assassin’s Creed, you might think that I’d never want to see hair nor hide of the series ever again. In theory, the Assassin’s Creed games and I should have gotten along much better. They had rich stories, semi-open worlds to explore, decently fleshed-out characters, and mission-based gameplay to keep things on track. On paper, the life of an assassin should be been all that and more for me. After writing that post, was it too late, I wondered?
In fact, it wasn’t. That post propelled me to take action, because if I was to ever get over that incident with the original Assassin’s Creed, I would have to man up and re-enter the series. Except…well, I wasn’t too keen on revisiting the life of the assassin Altair in the twelfth century. That ship had sailed on long ago, and it was for the best that I simply move on. But to where? Only two other Assassin’s Creed games graced our library: Assassin’s Creed III and Assassin’s Creed: Unity. The former I had tried awhile back, but it lacked a hook. The latter just didn’t seem like a good time.