OK I finally beat Far Cry 2. I am happy to say that it was a great game with a deep story and smooth game mechanics. it took me 42.3 hours but I did it. Truth be told my journey into the realm of Far Cry 2 was not all sunshine and green pastures. Here’s the rundown.

I pre-ordered the game via steam and I started downloading it as soon as I got home on the 22 of October. I played an hour or so that evening with a warm feeling of contentment filling my heart. The next day I awoke early and sat through a painfully long day of school that was just short of physiological torcher. After Fidgeting all day long I finally caught the earliest bus I could and made my way home. I promptly frolicked In the war torn savanna of sub Saharan Africa for the rest of the day. In the end I riped myself away at about 2 in the morning (I think). I went to bed wondering what the leader of the UFLL (United Front for liberation and labor) would order me to blow up next when I resumed my game. I awoke early the next morning and since I had the day off school and none of my friends had made any offers to do anything for the day I took it as red that I could play the game to my contentment for the whole day. So I did, only stopping for dinner and signing off at 3 or so. I slept soundly dreaming of gritty adventures with my Buddy Warren Clyde with whom I had commandeered load of stolen gold belonging to narcotics syndicate earlyer that day. On Saturday however I told myself that I should take it slow seeing as though I had just played for a whole day straight. I found this resolution very difficult to uphold and eventually gave in and resumed my game at noon. By sunday I was starting to feel the side effects of prolonged exposure to my ”Simulation”. I subconsciously applied elements of the game to real life. My friend had to call my cell phone at least twice before I answered because I was so used to the ring tone of my in-game phone. However I didn’t let this stop me from making good time that day. With little homework I was able to devote most of my time towards my goal. That night on the other hand things started to get really bad. I was totally out of my mind and that night my subconscious thought was so intertwined with the world of Far Cry 2 that I mistook my alarm for school the following morning for the alarm of a freshwater pumping station that I had raided on Sunday. I was delusional, unable to grasp the concept of reality I had held dear. I eventually snapped out of it when my ears were pierced by the screams of my mother ordering me to get out of bed. At once I gave myself a cold shower accompanied by some sharp slaps to my face to make me sane again. 

I don’t know if I will ever recover from my ordeal but in truth I think it was worth it. I mean, I wouldn’t have played it so much if it wasn’t a good game. so in the end to much of a good thing may be bad but there’s no harm in seeing how far you can go before the tables turn sour.