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Here completing the Revelations.
So what have i gained? Or do i need to gain something. Well yes, I always learned a lot from the Assassin, personally and professionally. Nearly fifteen years ago when I played Prince of persia, it was all about the blood rush of playing the game first and completing in before any of my classmates did. But AC3 took me to a level that I had to fear and feel. I had to love and cry.
Ubisoft always ends up giving the best ending for AC series. Gets you more attached to the game and thus ignoring the details which anybody in my field would not have missed. Before I used to look down to check the details of the stone texture, water reflections or even the birds flying. I admit this is when everything was looking hyper realistic. When its get realistic, we forget the surroundings and we live with the surroundings, as an Assassin.0
I’m not a man who is crying out for his lost one. I’m not a dead body who has lost one of its arm. I’m not the blood stains near the drainage. I’m not the smoke that arouse from the burning of the Indian heritage. I’m not even the men whom you kept as hostages for your gain.It is midnight and this is your time to strike, because at dawn, we will rise with immense power and might.
My dreams penetrate beyond your bullets. My tears, they stop above my lips so that I can stand and shout – YES, I’m an Indian. My India is so vast that every time you explode homes or create chaos, another era of patriotism is born.The whole world may hate us in being afraid, defensive , below poverty line, unemployment, backwardness in technology but the pain we experienced, the scars we had is more than the grass in your paddy field.We forget the numbers in bold red text in hours.We will never die out. We are of one spirit. Many of you, have invaded, ruled and destroyed us, but we never moved an inch in fear. Our fathers have taught us, it takes more courage to get slapped than to slap.
My courage and pride looks down at your existence.You create your weapons in fear. You feel the pain deep inside your heart. Your instincts tell you that we will come for you one day.We do not close our eyes to weep or pray but to memorize the past. We close our fists with the Indian blood of anger that’s been flowing through from generations. Yet, with smiles rested on our lips, we ask – What are you trying to do ?1