Related to my previous post on looking after the body, you also need to look after the mind.
I play video games.
A little while ago Ubisoft released Assassin’s Creed: Unity. This thing was a steaming pile of shit — buggy at release, and had great “features” like always-on voice chat so some of the multiplayer missions had people mouth breathing into your living room. I normally give Ubisoft a bit of a pass – the company makes great games where chicks don’t have their breasts hanging out. Hell, they made the amazing Child of Light, and let me tell you that being a fairy tale princess is an outstanding experience. But Unity was a sin.
A friend got their newer Syndicate game. I kept that thing at arm’s length, but he wouldn’t shut up about it, so I grabbed it on a sale. It’s great. So many quality of life features (grapple FTW!), fun characters, and a rich world. Evie (who is not wearing a chain mail bikini, thank God for sensibly-clothed assassins) and Jacob are superb, and I admire that you can (pretty much) play as either for the entire game. I’ve chilled out Jack the Ripper, too. Would recommend!
I also picked up Far Cry 4, because the full-o-fruit version was basically free. Good game, but I couldn’t get into it because, fundamentally, I don’t mind slaughtering virtual people in their thousands, but I draw the fucking line at the merciless killing of animals for their skins just to make a larger backpack. Fix the crafting and I’d probably be there.
Weird, I know.