5/6/2023 0 Comments Give away x mirageUbisoft has yet to share any details regarding Assassin’s Creed Mirage and its so-called gambling feature. However, due to the fact that gambling is illegal for people under the age of 18 in almost every country, it has automatically been slapped with this Adults Only rating. You see, without the Real Gambling theme, Mirage would simply be given an M for Mature rating. Intense Violence, Blood and Gore, Sexual Themes, Partial Nudity and Real Gambling It says Assasin’s Creed will include the following: Over on the Ubisoft Store, the developer has detailed some of the themes in the game. Of these games, they all received the listing due to the extreme violence in the game.Īssassin’s Creed Mirage, on the other hand, isn’t that violent according to the listing, The AO listing has been slapped on the game due to its so-called “Real Gambling” classification. Some include Agony, Outlast 2, Manhunt 2, Fahrenheit, The Punisher, Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas and a handful more. In fact, there are only a few of them around. You don’t often see games with this rating. READ MORE All The Disney and Marvel Announcements From The D23 Event However, Assassin’s Creed Mirage has been given an “Ao for Adults Only”. Now usually, mature games with violence, sex and gore are rated “M for Mature”. However, users spotted a strange game classification for the game which is actually listed as “Adults Only. Ubisoft has yet to confirm the majority of game features in Mirage. While the game aims to take the series back to its roots with a smaller-scale game, more parkour and assassinations, Mirage might also include real gambling as a new feature. The title is called Assassin’s Creed Mirage and takes players on a new adventure as they explore Baghdad with a familiar Assassin named Basim. The perky Amaltas trees stood there, breaking the chain of mirages of life, telling us to stop and take a breather to enjoy the world around us.Ubisoft announced the latest instalment in the Assassin’s Creed series during its Forward event this past weekend. I wonder, even if I quash the image of the mirage and refuse to take this bait to inconsequentially chase bigger ones and to be continuously in the race forever, I will not lose anything. And then suddenly out of nowhere, the sight of beautiful Amaltas, with the gleaming yellows, standing solemn on the roadside makes me stop, stare and reflect on life.Īs the impetuousness to chase mirages takes a back seat, I find a speck of contentment somewhere, that life is indeed beautiful in so many ways. This battle between targets achieved and things left to accomplish, weaves a chain of thoughts which never ceases to end. And to follow them and turn them into reality, a big step, a big leap or perhaps a race might be necessitated.Īs I end up crossing every mirage like a hurdle, my unyielding spirit tells me to drive on and on unless I find a tangible one. It will always be a constant struggle and fight against anything and everything that dithers the pace of our movement for there will always be something to be chased. Nothing tangible, only an apparition that appeared and faded, something just far-fetched.Īnd despite the conquest of fears and disappointments in the midst of mirages, don’t expect life to be easy. And yet, for those who don’t believe in the fable of dreams turning into reality, mirages only end up as mirages. For those who have persistence and who dedicate themselves to the pursuit, every mirage turns out to be a living, woven dream that can be touched, felt and sensed with bare hands. Meanwhile, life keeps on creating and recreating targets and dreams so perfectly for us. And so, life moves from one mirage to another, propelling us, goading us to move on to take those few extra steps to reach and touch the vision. Targets become achievable, only to turn into still bigger ones, as we end up breaking the myth of unattainability. The mirage of life keeps the excitement bubbling and the enthusiasm in churn, giving us the impetus to move forward with hope as we keep trudging the path. But as I get close to the make-believe impression of water it disappears yet makes its existence palpable a little nearer, a little farther, but to my eyes, always within reach. In this case, driving a little more to be amidst the coolness, is the promise that fools my eyes. You sometimes believe that there is something better, something bigger in life that is awaiting ahead and I only have to take the plunge and touch it. My weary eyes, in the shades, watch this utopia. On hot summer days, the road surfaces often give the impression of water tantalisingly dancing before your eyes, in a mirage on the tarmac.
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