You’re an assassin. Whether it’s historical Constantinople, Florence, Rome, or wherever, you’re parkour-ing from rooftop to rooftop, dispatching guards with gruesome ease and generally having fun immersing yourself in a lavish recreation of a sun-baked Mediterranean city. You have awesome blade-things attached to your wrists. You even have a cool name, like Altair or Ezio Auditore. But just hold on! No, you’re not! You’re actually some schlubby guy from the present day! Your name is Desmond! Forget riding around on a horse killing baddies, we’re going to pull you out for a few minutes to do some platforming and give you some exposition. Sigh.