It was my own fault I got mauled by the mechanical tiger.
There’s no wonder the muddy streets of these forsaken Paris suburbs are deserted, it’s not even safe for me – Aegis, Marie Antoinette’s personal clockwork bodyguard – and I’ve got a bag full of swords and a gun that shoots ice bullets.
So as I naively rounded the grimy corner into a head-on ambush by a wind-up spearman with limbs like Jack Skellington but without the sense of humour, was I really surprised when a pair of mechanized big cats appeared behind me to complete the trap? That’s the MO of these kinds of ‘punishing’ games, isn’t it? Invite you to a trial, then laugh at your error.
About Author
