I play Far Cry 2 because I can shoot dudes in the face with the gun of my liking. That’s manly, I tell myself. Humanity has not yet produced a ring large enough for the new, ultra-fashionable centimeter-wide piercings from which the gooey essence of mercenary erupts. I then stomp them in the face, just in case I’m still not considered manly enough.
But there are also moments where my bloodlust fades and I get the urge to be a gentle person. And what could be better than being a big-busted woman who mows down dinosaurs instead of people?