The first Assassin’s Creed definitely deserves the title of a classic game, but at about the halfway point in the plot it requires the determination of a donkey hell bent on avenging his mother’s second cousin to finish. Five years later much has changed, so how has the memory mooching megalomaniacal man in a dressing gown been getting on?
The real question is, despite my nostalgia, is this really a bad thing?
I used to enjoy Skyrim, but then I took an arrow to the knee
Yet again those suits in London have decided to take a sledgehammer to our subconscious, dulling it to the point where we will be soon living in a nanny state wrapped in bubble paper and drooling over the sacred book of political correctness
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the first of many social networking rants
I decided to prove that Apple as ineffective as a hammock full of cheese