Jinn in a bottle episode.
Reader, I am in love with the House of Wisdom.
Who wouldn’t be?
Criers invite people for what amounts to TED Talks on astronomy, on the use of the astrolabe.
Celebrity poets argue in the courtyards.
Political intrigue is everywhere you look.
Everybody has heard a rumour about something or other.
Assassin’s Creed Mirage review
I love it.
But what I think I love more is the immediate environment the House of Wisdom lies within.
And I was rewarded, of course, as Assassin’s will always reward the distracted.
I found a bookcase with a secret behind it.
I found a tall building with astronomical contraptions on the roof.
It speaks to the city itself, coursing with intellectual curiosity and richness.
I never tired of Baghdad.
If this feels like a throwback to the earlier Assassin’s games, Mirage is pretty open about it.
It’s been a while, frankly.
Combat is actually rather clunky in Mirage.
Then I would have a go at act as invisibly as I could.
To actually be an assassin rather than a theatrical and indiscriminate butcher.
(If you’re free to get theatrical butchers.)
Something to write in the diary!
There are special targets to pickpocket, special targets to shiv, special books to hunt for.
It felt good to be back.
And I learned something too.
You know, your assassins were out there, hooded, on the pitch or patrolling in the stands.
One annual series slotted inside another, it was probably called Assassin’s Creed: Off-side, or something.
Isn’t the off-side rule about lurking?
Assassin’s Creed Mirage accessibility options
Colourblind mode, controller mapping, screen shake adjustment.
Options to guarantee pickpocketing.
Aim assist, unguided options on/off, text size and HUD size adjustments and a range of HUD options.
Option to use alternatives to holding down a button for certain inputs.
Option to boost dialogue audio.
Subtitles and closed caption options including adjusting size.
It made sense at the time, but after Mirage I’m glad to say it makes less sense.
Of course the House of Learning would be surrounded by book markets.
Prose, goes the old Orwell quote, should be like a windowpane.
