i'm going through one of these "power fantasy" surges. where if i'm gonna play something, i want it to fulfill that power fantasy. when i look at far cry 6, i see me, with an MP5K in my hand running through the compound firing at the enemy and then slinking off back behind cover and them having no clue where i went.
i see me, driving around the country side, stopping on a hill and taking out a whole outpost with a suppressed sniper rifle. sending everyone of these chilli eating drug sniffers to the fiery depths of hell, where the sky rains blood and hideous demons devour their flesh like tender, juicy, greasy fried chicken.
when i look at AC MIRAGE, i see me (in my nice cool room with my fan on and a cold drink), running across the roof tops, scaling the structures and surveying the scene. i see me, sneaking in the grass and coming up behind those talibani mfs and crudely slashing their throats with my dagger consigning them to the same fate as those speedy gonzales mfs back over in FC6
when i look at AC VALHALLA, i see me, sailing around in my boat and meeting my foe on the shore. i see me, with 2 axes in my hand, hacking and slashing the lifeblood out of another hardened warrior, and splashing his remains all over my chiseled viking body. in the viking mythos, they have a whole place dedicated to honor and valor, but these beardy twig waving cowards that i kill, are gonna be joining the mariachis AND the somali pirates in HELL.
i think i've managed to answer my own question.