I should begin with an enlightening courtesy for you; I–as will soon become apparent– am not a staunch defender of the Assassins Creed series. The second provided temporary amusement for me. It was an exceptionally versatile concept that becomes increasingly fatiguing, and more of a derisive distraction, and the novelty of the series wore off at an accelerated rate. Perhaps this is just my staunch aversion to its repetitive progression, my increased antagonism as well as my firm atheism to its commendable heroism. But it’s not just the limited appeal of Assassins Creed 2 that irked me, it’s the regularity at which its sequels have been distributed. After the release of the its previous commercially successful, though critically berated sequel, you would cast understandable assumptions that the developer would set aside time to process the games strengths and weaknesses, to refine certain aspects, to regain a bearing of composure to adeptly determine the significant issues, through deliberations that benefit all concerned. But through greed or necessity have chosen to ignore the pleasantries of time to facilitate such courtesies, and instead subsidizing the opportunity for the progression, for financial growth.
The series as a collective has already established itself as a profitable commodity, generating domestic as well as international acclaim, with various endorsements that accompany the prosperous intent of accolades and the inevitable–and arguably more important–fiscal security afforded by a successful game. But there seems to be a diminished responsibility to maintain credibility to a series that it has had to work tirelessly to attain. Its annual release is one of its most constricting obstacles, because excessive distribution only hastens the monotonous style that remains largely unaltered from the previous incantation. There’s not a sense of hesitancy with their ideals, vivid and imaginative though they are, but simply a lack of longevity afforded to implement such innovations without it feeling congested and haphazard. Their clearly not a decisive degradation of permutation when it comes to its designs, but a petulant regard for its competition, and an egocentric, self inflated credibility.
Assassins Creed seems to saunter in as though it is a noble king, its eloquent notoriety sewn into its richly polished smirk, holding its arms aloft as though victorious from a figurative battle, gesturing its intent to its contemporaries, accompanied by boisterous acclaim and gesticulating “quick, come over here and see how good I look in my new vibrant attire”. Perhaps I speak with unfounded icy disdain for its conceptions, eliciting crass presumptions on a game that hasn’t been released, or even fully formed yet, not to mention a series I seldom play, but I do tend to curie favour with the improvisation that can only be judged on previous, limited concession for rationality with their advances and little humility with their success, as well as the series dramatically receding into a generic mire. Phew! Let me just take a second to recuperate and inhale some much-needed oxygen exhausted from this very defiant detour. It’s petulant resilience and total lack of empathy for progression can only contest for so long, before fans infinite curiosity become neutralised by sterility.
Assassins Creed has enjoyed encouraging ensemble of notions, hand strung by the constraints of time. It’s almost comparable to Elvis Presley and his deteriorating stability; the initially raw talent, incredulous to its contemporaries, the edifying bravado that accompanies the success of a multi faceted ideas fused to perfection. The inevitable lack of versatility and the stabilisation of maturity, before the undignified regression of prosperity and fame as the girth of its ego becomes embellished, as well as its manipulation of its rotund physicality, as it begins gyrating across the stage like the broken shell of a man who is only vaguely recognisable to its former notoriety. With its trousers wrapped contumaciously around its ankles, defecating its dignity as well as half digested credibility into a toilet of oblivion, with the finality of pitied emotion rather than revered admiration. Ezio has left the building, but how long until the series does the same?
Are you looking forward to Assassins Creed 4? Or would more time benefit it? Let me know your thoughts. Cheers.