Anything for the theater.
And now it’s time for not actually doing story quests.
Even though I don’t know him, that guy seems like a jerk.
That sounds like a terrible deal.
And now we take to the water.
I look good half-naked. I mean BAYEK looks good half-naked.
I love forced slow walking.
Bayek just loves making love.
So … Fight Club?
Don’t ever reach above your station, apparently.
Back to the present, I suppose.
God, I hate kids.
We’re off to a rough start, it seems.
Hmm. I’m not sure I like how this ends.
One more to go.
Explosions on the open sea concern me.
The real world is crazy.
There’s a joke about cannon fodder here.
Father is kind of a badass. Just saying.
An assassination on the sea, you say?
Talk about an awkward family reunion.
More time with Desmond … and ancient, psychic holograms.
Jail suits us well.
And welcome to New York.
I’m thinking full synch isn’t worth the effort.
There’s probably a reason wars aren’t fought like this anymore.