Sweet mother mary...*Vaas flashbacks* As awesome as that game was, I *hated* the wild life. Specifically rabid dogs. It was like whenever I went to shoot a tiger that hadn't gotten the drop on me yet, a pack of dogs just comes out of nowhere and wrecks my shit just as I started to take aim. The worst occasion had to be when three cassowaries decided to come and try to push my shit in as well, then the fucking tiger I was after wanted in on the fun as well. Fuck far cry fauna....

*passes Nac some popcorn* Ready for the show mon ami?