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I think I've been brutally owned by Ubisoft

Before I explain how Ubisoft truly and utterly owned me, some context. I grew up in Western Montana, so when Ubisoft announced that my home was to be the setting of the next Far Cry game, I wrote them an open letter requesting that my dad be put into the game as a character. It wasn't a serious request, just a fun way to pay homage to a person I admire while sending some constructive criticism towards the way early media of Far Cry 5 depicted Montanans. 

I don't think that's how you spell oyster. 

Fast forward to earlier this week where I played the latest build of Far Cry 5 and got to explore an entire section of the map. During a series of side missions focused on harvesting bull testicles, I got sent to Davenport Farm. If we actually did manage to get my dad in the game, this was probably it, but I had to check out the rest of the property to be sure. What I found was a terrible, terrible burn. 

James Davenport
James is PC Gamer’s bad boy, staying up late to cover Fortnite while cooking up radical ideas for the weekly livestream. He can still kickflip and swears a lot. You’ll find him somewhere in the west growing mushrooms and playing Dark Souls.