ugh i can’t handle your perfection christoph waltz. if i said it once i’ll say it again and again— he is just a phenomenal actor and deserves every award he has been given and he nails every single (dangerously) curious facet of the characters that he portrays and holy god it was an awesome movie. honorable mentions to dicaprio, of course.
after yelling and shrieking at haytham for over two hours, manage to achieve 100% sync (for the first three sequences but hey it’s a pretty good foot to start on).
make out with hot native chick. (who had punched young george washington in the face hot damn.)
alright, cool. and thus connor is conceived, i guess.
formally inducts ally…
just like how ezio did it in the day. good times.
…as a templar.
BUUUUUUUUGHHHHH WHAT THE EVER-LOVING JESUS FU—
OH. OH AND THE COMPLETION TROPHY’S NAME IS HOW D’YOU LIKE THEM APPLES.
FFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCK YOOOOOOOOUUUUUU UBISOFT. FUCK YOU ALL AND YOUR IRONY AND POETIC JUSTICE AND JUST FUCK YOU WITH HATESEX OF THE ROUGHEST ORDER.
at least now i don’t feel so bad about shouting abuse at haytham.
you and me, connor. we’re going to go at this all night.
(and goddamnit if only a game could ever make me feel this way. you will never find me more emphatic, riled, intense, in other words, overcome with more feels than in front of a game.)
(who needs real life)
also somebody remind me why i'm single, again? besides the lack of effort, that is.
Sat on my butt and watched history in the making.
Awwwww yissss POTUS. Four more years.