Edge: It was when I climbed to the mountain lodge, hid inside a bush across the wooden drawbridge and fired a single shot from my flare pistol. The flare ignited the lodge, and the guards started running around in a blind panic. I just sat there, listening to the cries of my target inside the lodge as it smoked and burned, until he fell silent. Job done. I got off the mountain fast and proud. That's one stealthy psychotic safari outing. That's power.
Like many people, I had initially dismissed Far Cry 2 as yet another boring open-world job simulator involving endless backtracking.
