Far Cry 3 – Review
Little shafts of light penetrate the canopy above me, as I creep through the lush jungle towards the enemy encampment. Butterflies dance around me, and Tropical Birds take flight when I disturb the foliage obscuring them. I end up on a verge overlooking the camp, so I pull out my camera and zoom in to perform some reconnaissance. I hover the reticule over each soldier I spot, marking his location for when I infiltrate. I can now see the silhouette of each enemy dotted around the camp.
A lone sniper is stood on the West tower, so I pull out my silenced rifle and take him out with a single shot to his head, a red mist hangs in the air as his body folds into a heap on the floor. The camp remains calm, so I slide down the slope and take cover behind the large hut in front of me. To the right of the hut stands a sentry; in front of him are two others engaged in a worldly conversation. I strike like a Panther, jumping from my cover and slicing the guard’s throat; quickly snatching the pin on his grenade and kicking him towards his allies.
The calm is punctured by screaming and three bodies fly off into different directions, as the grenade detonates and forces them into the air. The alarm has been raised, so I pull out a Light Machine Gun and start peppering the soldiers who are running at me. A stray bullet strikes an ammo dump inside one of the huts, causing the inside of the hut to flash and crackle in its own, private fireworks display. The side of the hut soon ignites and spreads into the grass, killing countless enemies and spreading to the cage of a detained Tiger.