I've just played Far Cry 3. In the last 20 minutes I've made love to a woman, killed some tigers, spoken to a TV, had a near-miss with immolation, and I feel like I've just consumed a massive handful of magic mushrooms. I feel like I'm at Disneyland and just got on the Heart of Darkness ride. I have no idea what just happened.
I suspect this is the entire point of the demo I played, which places protagonist Jason Brody on an island in the Indian Ocean that is entirely populated with crazy people. We don't know how he got there, and Jason is so whacked out on local island hallucinogenics I don't think he's spending a great amount of time reflecting on the question either.
The demo opens with the writhing body of a naked woman in front of you. Over you. On you. You get the picture. While I'm willing to concede that this is a perfectly fine, attention-getting opening, you must understand that as a heterosexual female with said image displaying a mere half-metre from her nose, with a crowd of people standing very close behind, breathing heavily... let's just say it was an interesting E3 moment.
The crazy-island-goddess whispers a sweet nothing in my ear, but I can't hear a thing she says, as the dance game a few feet away is busy belting out the B52's Rock Lobster and, although the headphones are cranked to their maximum, there's no way they can compete. I think she likes me though.
Soon after, I'm up, my tattooed arm reaching out to pull me out of bed. I'm given a waypoint, and I stumble towards it. I wander in that direction, and find myself on the edge of the cliff; glistening blue water below. The waypoint's somewhere across the bay, where a small dock and a group of decrepit shacks huddle. There's no way around it: I throw myself off the cliff, bow and arrow still extended before me, as I'd been messing about with my weapons just a moment earlier.
