Growing up, I never felt the need to stimulate my mental capacity. Solving puzzles, deciphering complicated algorism’s, theorising the implications of burning fossil fuels, as opposed to utilising more environmentally friendly, natural resources. Please! Trying to comprehend the suggestion that words can be pronounced backwards on a word search, was far beyond my comprehension (and still is). So the last thing I wanted to instigate whilst gaming, was translating impromptu puzzle sequences to ascend through previously locked doors, purposely constructed to irritate and humiliate my intelligence (I think). But over time my requirements have begun to mature, the challenges of oppressing some formidable beast is a tepid affair for me, I require far more versatile intricacies to challenge my admittedly modest intellect.
I relish the challenge that well-constituted, initially incomprehensible puzzles afford. Why have your experience restricted by repetitive combative incidents, which become contrived and irrelevant with consistent regularity. The tangled perplexities of selected puzzles are so tightly manipulated, that despite their tendency to interrupt the rhythm of your progress, they can bestow astute confidence in further approaches, thereby creating further imaginative zeal and spontaneous invigoration, to aid you in your continued progression. The fleeting bursts of mental stimulus that confine you to its confounding deviations, can be aggitatingly isolating, but such hindrances to your progress must be initiated with penetrative diligence, rather than forlorn indifference.
Assassins Creed demonstrated such an intricate level of fiendish puzzles, so conceptually sophisticated, where knowledge of historical figures, events and other variants of cultural mythology, is a significant advantage when deducing such concentrated complexities. The mental exertions impel your emotional immersiveness, adding greater potency to the story. The use of vivid renaissance art depicting antient deities, associating with scantily attired woman, in all manner of compromising positions displays a level of sophistication, rarely conceived and utilised to such satisfying means. Or perhaps its just Ubisoft being a little perverted, and I’m reading between lines that simply aren’t there.
Sure there are moments of antagonistic frustration, that continually thwart your progress, and your annoyances become perpetrated by your own frustrated inability to piece the seemingly unconnected. It becomes a strategic balance of wit and patience, augmented by your battered ego which, if used effectively, will culminate in your eventual success, and a throughly more satisfying conclusion than being gifted with the solution. The feeling of diminished intellect, the foreboding sense of isolation when attempting to decipher puzzles dissipates, the formula becomes more apparent. Over time you become more receptive, more accommodating of the enigma that previously overwhelmed you, and engage the required motions to quickly deal with the troubling conundrums. Or alternatively, you could simply create a vise like grip on your console, rip it from the sockets like electrically conductive, umbilical cord, and launch it out the window further than a Ukrainian shot putter, named Helga Ballbreakier! But I suggest ignoring the latter option.
Do you find puzzles just as invigorating? Or do you avoid them like Rosie Huntington-Whiteley avoids smiling? Let me hear (read) your opinions.